Don’t turn the steaks more than once-some of the only advice he ever gave me and why I always think of him when I fire up the grill
Watching a green leaf pushed by a dead brown one across the surface
Of the pool tonight
An early Autumnal sunset of pinkish orange pushed out by purple rains
Sweeps across the quickening sky
As cicadas’ machinistic trumpets announce the darkness cloaking another day
And him there, standing over there, by the grill
Sharing his sage advice:
Turn once, not twice to
Live a well-grilled life.
Handcrafted poetry by John M. Hines, September 23, 2017-September 26, 2017.