POEM ON THE FLIP SIDE OF THE CARD


POEM ON THE BACK SIDE
OF KAREN'S POST CARD
THAT READS CLOSE THE CAMPS
   
       --for Mary Campbell


Waiting for Dheezus after school
in front of her house. Field trip
with Grandpa. Sammie & Josh.
A drive into Lower Valley, a hop
harvest, hop drying tour
with Uncle Tim. Josh calls,
mid-sentence, walking his girl
friend from school. I've got
too much homework, Grandpa.
Salmon and rice with Karen
before this. Elegance
over gratefulness. Pleasure
beyond thanks. Sweet basil
and rosemary, wood smoke,
indirect heat and into nostrils
through old rose bushes.
Karen begins stretching
this morning at health club.
Insurance picks up tab.
At the hop farm kids wear
yellow vests, hard hats,
they'll climb old steps
steep into rafters, raising
their eyes taking pictures
with cell phones, watch
vines turn into buds
and hundred dollar bills.
Getting into the car
my granddaughter asks,
Why did the String Cheese
have friends? Because
it was so a-peeling.
Close the camps.
            Jim Bodeen
            19 Sept 2019





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