“Bongs” Pack me tight into a bowl And light my soul ablaze Inhale, exhale, smoke me up Don’t forget the way I taste.   Something silly for hour 1. I showed up to this party 5 hours late. It was too early for anything serious…

Summers of my youth grandparents Northwoods lake home awakened each day by preset alarm of waves gentle Horseshoe Lake, water softly lapping sand rhythmic, kindergarten teacher hand clap calling me to come…come…come… and I would, every summer morning, rain or shine cooling off in lake…