The sun drops without a care,
the weather is out there
hanging in the air
amongst TV ratings and chart run downs.
Everything is connected by wires and plans
( I need those Kodak images to remember )
scrapbook page pictures pasted down on frayed edge paper.
Outside, blueprints of a childhood tree house carved on a party table scattered with paper plates,
half empty cups,
The garden tikki lights attract fireflies at night when the kids are asleep
and we’re outside watching stars,
sitting on cedar
searching for UFO’s.