after a road trip with my dad and sister

There is Gold
– Lizzie Wann

dining on a poet’s meal of cold air & ink
your childhood rushes before my eyes
border jumping over backyard fence into neighbor’s yard
to pluck sweet Canadian blueberries
you could never explain
why their taste was so much better
than those that grew in your American soil
but that late 70s Northwestern sun
shined more sugar in Canada
and you stole it as often as you could

riding straight road out of Alberta with Dad behind the wheel
my childhood rushes before my eyes
rolling over into Montana to a slow stop
it stretched full end to end
east to west without interruption
reaching across land we had just left
a perfect Canadian rainbow
the encouraged all to stop
to observe silence of color
hear hymns of uncloudy afternoons
hanging softly from invisible stars

drinking in a musician’s offering of blues with coffee
our childhoods rush before my eyes
quick like stealing sugar from ripening sun
long like violet arch of Alberta rainbow
diving into pools of gold


4 Comments Add yours

  1. Mamacita says:


  2. Purvi says:

    I definitely loved this poem.. it has the kind of metaphors I enjoy.. the very first line had me hooked in!
    Great to drop in here 🙂
    And yes, I forgot to introduce myself.. I am

  3. nanno1982 says:

    Oh wow.. this is very beautiful .. memories can truly be pools of gold

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