while we ramble

photo of an ‘antique’ postcard
hurtling digitally eastward
this one is for the lionness

_______

for breakfast i visit the chickenyard mulberry tree
(ground-fallen fruits covered in buzzing)
and pluck until i have amassed several handfuls
fingertips purpled

_______

sometimes i can downplay things a bit
but what i really want to do is celebrate
(this news of publication)

_______

over lunch we weigh in on the
gordita vs. tortilla debate
i choose both i say

_______

under afternoon sun
the grip of my hands on wooden wheelbarrow handles
while i push the load of busted cinder blocks and
concrete chunks and crumbs
plus a ragged sheet of brittle plastic
to the landfill
where it feels good to toss things in

_______

in the midst of a whitehouse kitchen taken apart
(power-vac’ed shelves, every surface wiped
the amount of mouse shit reduced to
a minimum)
phoenix hands me half a glass of strawberry milkshake
mason jar sweating
outdoor thermometer temperature reads 92.8 degrees

_______

at potluck picnic table
the mention of chicken pox as
possible explanations of
the pink spots on (i don’t remember his name)’s neck
and how i don’t want him to sit next to me

_______

tony, rachel, mica and phoenix
doubled over laughing as we rotate around the ping pong table
paddles in hand
fighting dizziness and
getting good at returning the ball
_______

what belly rachel asks
while we ramble the path
out from the pond clearing
this one i say
lifting up my shirt

_______

having play in my life i say
not to be confused with getting some play

_______

from the water world:

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A boy cools himself in the waters of a tube well on a hot summer day at Manawala village on the outskirts of the northern Indian city of Amritsar. – voice of america, day in photos

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A group of people jump from the Wooden Bridge in Clontarf, Dublin, during the fine weather.
– Picture: Brian Lawless/PA

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A Sri Lankan freshwater fish salesman waits for customers beside his auto-rickshaw in Colombo.
– bbc, day in pictures

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