Finally This August Garden

Finally this August garden after scary freeway hours
sore butt
back up the hill into the dust, and this moon rising orange.

Gathering dinner,
the particular way you twist a cucumber at the stem
to make it release into your salad hands-

 Then sit beneath hummingbird's rhythmic whirr
while light moves between clouds
on fields golden rolling over evenly cut oats harvested

Remembering why the freeway hours..
 To visit Mommy,  and cook her 85th birthday gravenstien apple kuchen
like mama made it
"Mama didn't use egg I think."
We improvise,

and laugh in the morning, apropos of nothing and everything
requiring hankies to blow our noses and wipe our tears.