AND SHE COMES TO SIT WITH ME CARRYING TOAST AND ORANGE JUICE

 

AND SHE COMES TO SIT WITH ME

CARRYING TOAST AND ORANGE JUICE

Back and forth cradling

bound books, changing shade

trees as sun moves

through the garden

our granddaughter comes

by early returning her grandmother’s

forgotten hat after

independence day finds

me eating cherries

spitting seeds in a cup drinking

iced coffee far from

last night’s fireworks

her grandma smiles

beneath her hat

I’m reading poems

under the birch tree

Jim Bodeen

5 July 2024