bigger (10/27/82)
Scott Bigger 42 lines 203 West Fowler Ave. #2 West Lafayette, IN 47906 9-5-82 Reunion That summer the sun on the eye was a Polaroid flashed through oak leaves behind Betty's-and-Gary's And gramma (is her name really Bell, Dad?) only occupied the old picnic table to oversee the homey, abundant slices of loud 'thunked' mellon, red and seedy. (and later, Gary would make wine from the rinds) Small faces had the time to burn, fat cats were finally pestered, (only to have gramma scold us and laugh) and calves scared from cool barn shadows tail-swatted flies for our pudgy smiling eyes, and our country cookin' swollen bellies had time to add their weight to the mating of our knees with the dirt of rolling Frazee hills of northern Minnesota, before we lined up with gramma just like those glossy, colored pictures in crackling albums. That summer gramma died, and the sun was shining then, too.