PIANO BRIGHT THE MORNING RIPPLES
Piano bright the morning ripples
In arpeggios of light
Its summer’s long treasury
Mimosa flowers flutter in the wafting trees
Pink and feathery in our front yard
And everything feels like a golden holiday
Watermelon and picnics under the trees
No schoolroom instead, we study things we like
Our grandparents bring home in profusion
small marvels for our delight and
Because they come from gifting hands
we love to learn them or we revel differently
completely at liberty
among library books we picked out ourselves
Knowing we have no homework pending
feasting on paperbacks in the mail
from the summer weekly reader offerings
in crisp brown paper tied with string
Sodas in the afternoon sweet carbonations
Or fern fragrant at the summer camps
We walk under glistening boughs after
The summer rains but still miss home
Back again.
And then we feel lavish in our days
As if we splashed in oceans of time
That kind of summer when the roses boiled
In the Little Rock sun
But we had air conditioning on
I remember whenever I want to think
Of freedom, of home
Of root beer floats
hand fashioned by my Grandfather
And movie shows the Saturday matinees
We wished would go on for days
and did in our Disney reenactments
else I dream of Grandmother who
played the piano like Liszt
with her summer litanies to us
Of music theory and of music never ending
of
The stories we told ourselves
In the cricketing, cooling twilights.
Knowing we were loved.
mary angela douglas 6 may 2024;7 may 2024
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