GRANDFATHERING

by David Radavich

We could sit out
on this lichen-covered
fallen log

all day

air quiet as sin
forgotten

trees still lacy
flirting

till spring

a woodpecker busy
with red hair—

and only
the three of us
in this world

collecting shells
and poisonous
berries

and a thread
of monkey grass

for a wreath
to wear till dark.

 

Published in The Countries We Live In (2014).