Cristie and Scout and I were in the backyard,
The "party door" on our new garage open
So you could see through into the alley.
As we beat the porch rug and swept the walk,
Every moment a new subject:
I hope my motorcycle starts.
We should go to breakfast.
Did you know my college reunion is April 20?
Maybe Scout can learn how to garden.
(And should we turn the sand box into a fire pit?)
We should go to Cape Town next year.
I'll ride my motorcycle to breakfast!
And the dog ran in tight circles,
Tearing out the grass in big brown chunks.