A post Dedicated to ee cummings and Suburbs

For a brief moment,
I looked for a television camera
Filming this scene:
father drives in driveway
black asphalt new-black
two healthy children
y o u n g boyandgirl,
in swimming suits,
yelling: “D A A A A D.”

But there wasn’t one.
This was real life,
And I found myself
With a handful of sticks, mulch, and small leaves,
Of varying greens and blacks,
In the palm of my hand.

Then, the color yellow,
and the Egyptian pyramids came to mind,
but only for a brief moment.
Kids crossing the street with a wagon
brought me back to reality
and I found myself
with a handful of sticks, mulch, and leaves,
of varying greens and blacks,
in the palm of my hand.

This is my life.
Picking up
From where I left it off:
a suburb in the suburbs
Within the bright yellow of an afternoon.