Open on a questioning western

Off to summer camp, my favorite log cabin.

I brought the pick-up sticks,

You’ve got the Rubik’s cube.

Approach everything with method.

Canary caught in the chicken coop

Singing song like warbled vibrato.

Get to town on the back of a red motorbike.

Five-and-ten store with mostly empty aisles

But still find cans of condensed milk.

Bring them back to campfire circle show-and-tell.

Chanting, pour sweet stuff on chocolate smores.

Ring around the rosie, Pablo lost his bongo,

Bangs on the side of a pink lunchbox to keep dancers in sync.

Sandra looks like a tree, fingers splayed like pulmonary.

I grab your hand, lollygag, head to the water’s edge.

Hop right into handmade canoe, oars that get us nowhere.

Sitting ducks, what grace to sit in place.

Fireflies, too fast to catch pop rock confetti,

Electric spritz the summer sky.

Inspired by Devendra Banhart’s “Hatchet Wound”. Click here to listen to the song!