When I was young, and my father
Who is and was naturally inclined to and
Still wanted to teach kids something,
He took me to a colleagues for some

I spent the whole time waiting for the
Reason I thought to wear shorts for
The water. And I spent most of that
Time sliding and my clothes were never

Instead it was flits of photographs
Taken for something important to
Someone, but I couldn’t imagine a
Trip that long that didn’t end with

It may have been because the length
Was similar to the shorter migrations
Of summers past to parks where you
Could stand on a bridge and still get

And once we got free hot dogs because
Of Pop-pop, so the expectation never
Really ended. And I left that trip hungry,
And offended that someone would call these

Then today the little citrus thing decided
It was time to play; the park not very far
Away, we ignored the clouds and swung and
Slid. I hid her face from rain as we ran to the car,



For Better or Verse — Poetry Month 2023 et al.

Philip J. Repko, Ian C. Repko, and Philip E. Repko have been fiddling with words for more than a few years. Here we shall periodically contribute.