Not Where, But When
By Ann Marie Harkins
Fleeting, yet fermented
Moments pieced together
Reincarnated peaceful thoughts
Peace, picking up the pieces
Of humble pumpkin pie
Freshly baked laughs that end in tears
Weightless in a proper hug
Challenged to a duel
Respectful disrespect
Tolerable bickering
Admitting when you’re wrong
Time flying off clocks, unnoticed
In heated conversation
Not where, but when
Smiles on strangers
Cold cuts and warm sand
Sizzling hot black tops
Red sticky hands from
Cherry flavors
Delivered by the Queen
Dairy and Ice
Rocket Pops on wheels
Creamy vanilla chai
Leaves that turn
The wings of butterflies
Into machines of rapid fire
Fleece on chilled skin
Golden cheeks from the tender blaze
A fondness drums your chest
Abuelita in a mug
Snow days and sleepy heads
Hills covered in silence
Sowing twinkle in the twilight
Singing in the thick of a Winter’s night
Flour dusted counters
Testing your ovens full capacity
Embraced sense self
Safe enough to weep
Weeping in failure
Considered a lesson
Getting back on your feet
From brushing off scraped knees
To shooting your shot
We belong to the chosen tribe
Of architects and coaches
Rooting for you, rooting for them
The scaffolding to your repair
Adopted flesh and blood
Blended euphoria for slim blessed few
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