august 1999.

If I had known your eyes
held the heart of time
I would have stayed there longer

instead we drank in the summer
content with these half-bodies
for now

popsicle-stained mouths
drying in the sun, a thin reed of light
just barely behind the dip dyed mountains

night came and we vanished
into this sappy pine
finding our star, to plot a course

our journey seemed endless.

scenes from the weekend.

Dad's birthday lunch at Maddox Ranch House.
Brigham City Temple and Tabernacle.
Making a quilt for Baby Rhett.
White birthday cake, lemon buttercream, blackberry filling.
80 degree weather.
I love my family.

there's a reason 98% of my poetry posts come from this man.