Monday, May

My daughter in
the sun wants
to look
for ants

they will not cross
a proffered leaf
or blade of grass

I am talking
on the phone
in the only

patch of shade
in our yard

the conversation
flows to a party
I attended when

I was almost fifteen
even if I had

married the guy
I met that night
instead of one I met

a few months later
the story would still
contain this scene

later, my daughter
and I build

a castle in
wet sand

Rosemarie Koch

If you've any comments on this poem, Rosemarie Koch would be pleased to hear from you.