Happy Father's Day!

I almost forgot, but Minisculus made him a card and the boys' father went with Minor to Day 2 of the track meet and Minor says he PR'ed as his gift (on the 1500 m). Yesterday he didn't PR on either of the 2 events he did (3000 m and 800 m). We all went and I got a very bad sunburn because it was crazy humidity and I thought it was going to rain but it never did so I didn't prepare myself or my skin properly.

I think I am going to go to Taco Bell and get a big, big box of tacos. I don't want to go to the grocery store today and get stuff to make homemade tacos. He's watching soccer/football now, so he's happy.

I know a lot of us have complicated relationships with our fathers. Mine's been dead for almost 20 years but he left his mark for sure :/ For good and for bad. He was a very intelligent man who loved me and my sister but who was also completely at the mercy of his inner demons.

Anyway, there are lots of great fathers out there, too! Huzzah!

My poem: drupe

This weeks' prompt was: color. This is called an In Memorium stanza.

drupe by okapi

of orange-yellows, reds which leach
in blush upon the most sun-kissed
of rounded flesh, in velvet mist
enveloped, casting fog on each

and every curvature whose breach
reveals a more uniform gold
of corpus, sweet perfumes unfold,
attracting wasps and buyers, speech

is needless, scent alone can preach
its Good News, bushel baskets filled
to rolling, dark hearts hedged and grilled
by dark nettles which overreach

on pitting, nectar colors teach
the artist how to mix the rich,
the once-child to remember, stitch
a patch of farmer’s market peach