After days of road
Qwik stops and fast marts
fuel and microwaved delicacies
you and your wife
opened the door to a home
and a day to rest
the dogs ran around our feet
licking and sniffing
we were laughter
and the moment
the hours ticked away
but no one counted
no miles to go or maps
to study
only here and only now
you led us out back
to your garden and picked
potatoes, cucumbers and a puppy
rolled around in the fallen
tomatoes as the night
approached you lit the grill
to cook your uncle's corn
some chicken the vegetables
we picked and the bread
we shared over dinner
with stories of late
night fountain dancing
as our wives rolled
their eyes tales of family
and places we were
laughter we were now.
We've come to morning
too quickly my wife and I
are moving on as I look
upon your garden say
thank-ya and plant these
words amongst the seeds
of the food we will
continue to share.
Just wanted to say how much we enjoyed you guys being here and this poem. There is a part of us that wants to go out to the garden and dig the poem up, own the moment you wrote it and the moments that created it. But we already do, and we're curious to see what might grow.
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