Every-Morning Walk in the Neighborhood

The scent of the grasses
The colors of the flowers
The whirr of airplanes regularly flying by
The kiss of the nether gales
The very slow gait of this 89-year-old friend of mine
I feel like sitting under that big bonsai-like tree
And weaving a couple of haiku
In ode to my reflective Summer days
In British Columbia, the Canadian province where I am
And all these images would someday surely
Remind me of my maternal grandfather and our

- 3:00 p.m., Monday, June 14, 2004
Surrey, British Columbia
While listening to “Birdhouse in Your Soul” by
They Might Be Giants (Flood; 1990, Elektra)