Hectic packing and a reluctant collection of people parking.
Following along the patterns of canyon walls, among the waves of the inconsiderate.
Discovering the peninsula of misdirection and millionaires of sisters
quitting to watch them hang from cliffs, anchored by the largest rocker.
Waiting on the driveway surprised by the welcome one way,
swimming bravado wasted to float
for a sunset dinner in Adirondack chairs.
Change everything one decision at a time.
Fair lemonade and farm families recognized by old coworkers.
Its harder to make use of existing than to find purpose in new.
Hidden trails lead directly to the public access,
obvious like crawfish in the reeds of afternoon rain.
Morning exploring beats evening plans but less is wasted in regret.
Rest us three,
and leave others to the streets and homes and pastimes their own.
The evening smells like dinner,
clanking dishes and chiming utensils in the wind of a coming storm,
running inside clutching mint and scissors,
while the friends finish driveway goodbyes.
