Myron Lysenko -- First 16 days of the 2016

new year

my resolution

the same

voices

of the summer wind
our patched tent

drifting clouds
a flock of birds head
towards the sea

hunger pains
I remain in the tent
reading Carver

trees in the yard
we do not know
their names

camping holiday
I bring my absent daughter’s
recliner

dry lawn
the constant song

of a cricket

we hold
our children tight
church bells

lying down
each time I turn a page
I turn over

freeway entrance
a white bicycle covered
in wreaths

overcast morning

he hides her car keys

in his underwear

salad rolls

under the beach umbrella

her hot legs

she discusses

beautiful bodies—

overloaded ferry

boardwalk
to the black pebbled beach
Cape Schank

Christmas lilies…

after 34 years together
they get married

wedding weekend
their fridge so full
of champagne