wild blackberries at the lake,
grown so big in the sunshine;
the curves in the road
sweeping through the farmlands on the way to park,
only twenty miles outside the city;
the kitchen job and making breakfast at six
for shifting groups of kids and administrators;
beers in the yard,
grass yellowed from the sun and endless foot traffic;
a bottle of wine at two in the afternoon
on the fourth of july;
the balcony at sunset.