I walked in on
such surprising intimacy & electric threads of real
seeming to mix with a summer-brilliant afternoon sun
streaming beaming
from the open back door & small window in the 1/2 bath
-our small back entryway-
a passthrough to the backyard from the garage
my parents sitting upon the gold very 70s washer and dryer
i had never seen them so connected - so alive
the yellow & golden linoleum steeped in shine and the intangible
warming warning
raised voices raised love
as cancer dropped into our lives
to sit
with my mother for the next twenty-five years
