Uncle

I think of you

I remember you

The wrinkles on your face

Laugh lines

Crows feet

Dark skin

Stong thin fingers

Your laugh

Always your smile and your laugh

I weep

And there isn’t any confusion about you

About the loss

It is only good

Only love you gave

Mixed with mystery

And only you

15 July 2021

summer remembering

tia laughing near the clotheslines

half her face was smile

her skin dark on thin limbs

black hair sprinkled with flyaway grays

the smell of grass and honeysuckle

already smoked pot

already drunk beer

warm sunshine everywhere

June bugs buzzing

the water in the ditch trickling past

birds singing

kids crossing the highway to get

peanuts poured into glass coke bottles

salty and sweet

crossing the highway together

to get back to the house

where the knife cut the door

duck tape hiding the gashes

no one speaking of it then

everyone lived quiet

listening to the water trickling

birds singing

June bugs buzzing