summer is close.
we can feel it pressing in whether the day is chilly or not. the rhythms of our lives are winding down.
september until now we begin for the next morning the night before.
packing lunches. grinding coffee. straightening up. backpacks ready. go to sleep. waking up. getting dressed. breakfast and out the door.
go here. goodbye.
go there. hello.
let’s go home and have dinner and do it all again.
children come here.
let me look real close at your face before the summer starts.
nine-year-old boy in nine more years you’ll be eighteen, so what should we do? how can i keep these three months in our hearts before you’re taller than i am?
i’ll hold you and you can tell me in my ear.
gratitude list ~ one thousand gifts ~ 1971 – 1984
too many miles
three days of tea
insult to injury
holding the days closer