Raspberry Jam

Long car rides across often-travelled

other worldly trails

Pack your sleepover-bag

hold your breath and sing

melodies that drift from the tightly shut

car doors to the overheated

tupperware fruit,

twins propped up on

booster seats

security songs

mama the words 

they look a little bent

Did you pack the kickboards?

What about my hairbrush—

parking spots parking spots 

roll over the gravel parking lots

Move over, I can’t get through.

Can you go any faster?

I swear I didn’t eat all the raspberries.

Yeah well the only ones left look like raspberry jam.

Flower covered vine enclosed gates

the gravel path has such a nice sound, don’t you think—

watch out for the bee over there—

no I didn’t say run away.

sing until the sun sets

red-orange-red-no-name-orange

Cross the ice blue water

Hot chocolate or ice cream? I don’t mind…

Maybe next weekend?

All in good time.

repeat the songs with distance mountains

do you see the skyscrapers?

That’s our city, you and me

that’s our city…