The pool water ripples silver white.
Glossy leaves give back the sun.
Rainbow diamonds of my sun reflector, folded
on the seat next to me. A small voice
sparkling from his car seat
reflecting my words. The late-summer
glare off grills and hoods.
The bright sound of banjos
on the radio, bubbling a folk tune, followed
by an '80s hit. Would I lie to you
about this shining day?
- August 21, 2013