11 years ago..............................

Oak art

Halloween Oak

Oak and Bill and teepee

Babettes

Last summer

For Oakley 

Remembering what you said

I took the last remaining ear of sweet corn

From the dry cackling stalk

And sat down watching the bittersweet turn color

“we eat them right in the field,

never cook ‘em, way, way best that way”

you told me, the son teaching the father

after your last summer working the corn field

off Scuttle Hole Road

this temporal contiguity, not the least lost in this fleeing moment

nor the sun and cool rain in the kernels

no longer knowing if I am here

remembering you

or you are there remembering me

Oak chillin 1997