I used to sit in the arbor
with Grandpa Dan, while
Grandpa made his morning noises
and the bees took to the catnip
in the house shade. Dad and Ken
would leave the kitchen for work
and Ken would have his window down
and the car would break into a shine.
Everything was so neat
and clearly empowered with abundance
that I would be held in place
purely by emotion
until Aunt Sarah brought out breakfast
and Mom set a hose out in the melons.
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