I somehow remember two years ago
as the nuts roll down the hill. Slowing
down for some chocolate butter and
tiger balm. Later,
truffles on the ocean.
We didn’t act. Like
boats, we talked,
sipped wine, our ever-glowing host
recounting his camerawork for Days
of Our Lives and Santa Barbara,
while Mom & I watched The Young
& the Restless
like traitors.
