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, 

raffia mats, 

jelly.
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.

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