The hibiscus
flowers every year
late, almost July
before the buds begin
forming in clusters, teasing
like a lover
waiting to open. Always late
but still
the star of the show

Impulsive
drunk dials
never end
well. One person
is always left
wanting some
thing, some quick
fix, a second
chance. Blind
by yet another
gin and tonic
the summer night
stretching into
dawn.

Potted meat
and powdered milk
fruit was too expensive
cheap off-brand bags in bulk
of corn curls that turned
your fingers orange.
Trailing the grocery aisles
behind your father who was
prudent and aware
of every nickel and dime.