It was a tangled day-
sideways angles converging
in mirrored streets.
Sitting in growing heat,
The Park picnic
side of the family
was about to come down, in two's,
from our third floor apartment.
Meanwhile Mother would carry
the other half to the roof top.
My sister's Party would remain.
My Birthday was going.
Green grass, shade,
blanket and bait
all folded in the back.
River, rocks and fish
waiting toe-tappingly,
to be laughed and splashed upon.
