her birthday today
 she would be eighty-eight now
 lives in this girl’s grin
 

my family fishing
 in the evening’s early light
 with hopes for dinner
 

no matter the loss
 you will find peace in water
 a fisherman’s dream
 

 a bright light walking
 along waves of mountain lake
 just before dinner
 

i miss my writing
 trials of youth now reborn
 among these flowers
 

my father fishing
 in the sparkling evening
 a sight to behold
 
 

behind the mountain
 hidden in blue-lit nubles
 Colorado grins
 

children can find fun
 being creative in stores
 With nothing for them
 

we’ve played a fair game
 yet they throw the cards at us
 unshuffled shit show

my dad’s baseball dream:
 a walk-off home run to end
 our Fathers’ Day date