Snippets

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 Bronx…

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 Taconic Parkway

Recalling the snippets,

And thinking about you.