Things I remember (May 2020)
Things I remember Playing in a pile of fall leaves Carefully taking the cicada shell off the two towering pines Asking if I could lick the batter bowl of a cake or corn bread My father making a swing set Hours of tetherball Crushing red brick and adding water to paint the fort Running so hard I could not breathe and my lungs felt they would burst The crack of the handlebars of my bike on my face and feeling the shards of teeth in my mouth mixed with blood metallic and thick The arc of the newspaper as I fling it from my bike to hit the porch just below the screen door and the satisfying WHACK when the paper hits the door The hot and sticky summer nights laying in bed with a metal bowl of cool water with a wash cloth in it to wipe down my hot skin - which would cool me off for just a little while Sunday drives in the countryside on hilly and curvy roads looking at trees and farmland and cows and horses and people mowing and the sun setting over the next rise with the flicker ...