A Backyard Day © 1996
by Joan Papalia-Eisert
Reminiscent of my mother's sheets
looking lonely on the line
when September was too warm
and we were gone
has my sweet caramel daughter
nibbling an apple in her wading pool
each look a book
while I'm clinging to the buzz and flutter
of this August afternoon
She'll be gone before I know it
like my shadow
in this particular sun
