All these snippets of “news”
From the great Northwest
From the heartland
From the campgrounds
Are like smells coming from the kitchen
When your mom is cooking
My favorite meal.
I have looked at the photos
Of our trip down south
Four or five times in the last month.
Postal cards from the past
When the future was the next gas station
And the only span of time
Of any import
Was the duration between
Oil changes
And greasy spoons.
Getting into the Golf
In the mornings now
At 5:30 only to drive
To the job in the
Is torture so sublime
It could only have been
Devised by someone who knows me
As well as I do.
Running through the gears
On the
Recalling the snippets,
And thinking about you.
