Thanks to Jone for her amazing poem and photograph that arrived on a lovely plaque:
skipping stones into the waves
wishing on the first star
— Jone Rush MacCulloch
I wrote this list poem, in response:
Things I Don’t Want to Forget about Summer
Icy drinks after gardening,
the tiny, green tomatoes of July,
fireflies on a twilight stroll,
new onions at the farmer’s market,
eating Phở on movie night,
my daughter downhill, no training wheels,
allegro appassionato crescendos,
orthodonture rubber bands (everywhere),
ice cream at half-price,
harvesting mint for suntea,
blessed rain breaking the heat,
waves, tumbling, saltwater in my nose.
Painting toenails on a rainy night,
lake-water on hot skin,
my daughter, loose teeth, band-aids,
a dragonfly on my hand.
Refilling the ice. Again.
The scent of barbecues and mulch,
writing poetry late at night
to the hum of a dusty fan,
deadheading, trimming, watering,
waking late, editing, cutting and pasting.
Brown bunnies eating my kale.
My daughter healed, her white smile.
Copyright 2017 Brenda Davis Harsham