
swinging in hammock
the moon through the canopy
my childhood returns

swinging in hammock
the moon through the canopy
my childhood returns
after heavy rain
country road through flooded fields
taking me back home
Monday morning jam
grinding bumper to bumper
movement’s optional
flashback to crowded dance floor
fog of time obscures details
wafting on night air
car fumes and charcoal grilled meats
flavors of childhood
unmistakable roar
Chinooks flying overhead
rice paddies flashback