04-17-2023, 05:34 AM
May Two-Four
It is eleven am and I am eating omelette
on a dock above the lake,
sipping on a spicy ceasar
listening to the birds sing
La Vie En Rose.
It is two pm and I am jumping
in the water cannonball,
splashing Rachel into cursing
as she jumps in behind me
and sends a monsoon my way with her arm
when I surface.
It is six pm and Italian sausages are on the grill,
a beer is in my hand,
and Rick is telling his joke
about a drunken carpenter.
It is eleven pm and we surround the fire,
passing around an acoustic
to American Pie and Sweet Caroline
in between the rounds of fireworks
dancing with the stars.
It is eleven am and I am eating omelette
on a dock above the lake,
sipping on a spicy ceasar
listening to the birds sing
La Vie En Rose.
It is two pm and I am jumping
in the water cannonball,
splashing Rachel into cursing
as she jumps in behind me
and sends a monsoon my way with her arm
when I surface.
It is six pm and Italian sausages are on the grill,
a beer is in my hand,
and Rick is telling his joke
about a drunken carpenter.
It is eleven pm and we surround the fire,
passing around an acoustic
to American Pie and Sweet Caroline
in between the rounds of fireworks
dancing with the stars.