Popcorn

When my father cries,

He sticks his lip out,

Like a kid,

His jaw shaking,

Eyes red.

He cries when a truth is told;

Someone’s leaving,

The end is near,

Or a fault is exposed,

Guilty

Norman walked briskly through the terminal, gripping his briefcase with white knuckles. The importance of oneself, Norman thought, was defined by the limitations of one’s vision of themselves.

Canoes 

Mosquitos 

Ice cream all around 

Swim 

Race 

Drive back into town 

Dinner 

Walk 

It’s so nice outside 

Bedtime