they play music that pretends they are dancers.
she counts off time with her oven so that the company can leave before dinner.
his younger self casts flies over his back on an uneven dock.
while the happiest hallmark couple sneers over condiment choices,
she laughs at the sinful fire heating the summer.
some splash fires on the surface from the safety of a roaring boat,
and still more guide the next generation through the shore.
fish are tied down by balloon weights in the center of their nests.
the ducklings follow in fear their mother from the weeds.
and i rock back and forth and write it all down,
so that someone who reads it later can pretend to feel and care.