Family Cookout
By James K. Zimmerman
we sit in peace among bees
painting pictures of lives
we cannot know, like drinking
from a mountain stream
hands cupped to capture the flow
from springs erupting deep
in the body of the earth
stories steeped in brine and limes
for the chicken and the irony
of wine that opens only after
we drink the second bottle
recollections layered with fresh
Italian mozzarella, tomatoes
shipped from Mexico or Jersey
basil from the garden, salads
of onions, beans, and garlic or
cabbage laced with sour cream
recipes of long-dead generations
spiced and salted with their struggle
and pain, add a dash or two
of laughter, a pinch of bitterness
to taste
a potluck of childhood
memories slow-cooked over
smoky heat on the grill
and the bees hover
in the deepening shadows
waiting for the last drops
to fall
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