's unset adieuAt last… the lawn is mown… I pick a few
fresh berries, open up a Diet Coke
and sprawl myself beneath the trees; I knew
taut rope swing bid me come to soak
up one last ray of sun and wave goodbye
to Saturday at my own garden home
in quietude beneath a summer sky,
grandchildren gone… though they're not bothersome.
Ah… chirping birds, a distant bark, a plane
that leaves a vapor trail across that glowing orb;
they disappear together, rendezvous…
What is that sound?
Snap Pop… and then
again…
I sag… then quickly crumple… grass absorbs
my fallen body. Hammock bids
adieu.MLee Dickens'son 14 May 2006