Friday. God, it's only Friday.
We ate breakfast, played, had a snack,
fed the livestock, watched TV. There's a Disney channel.
I hated it when my father was alive. It hasn't gotten
any better. My father is dead. Poems of dying and television.
Ella and Rowan are playing at the park. Ella has a cape, like Grandma.
Rowan has a warm-up jacket.

Yesterday the Packers played the Detroit Lions. Run to Daylight.
Where's Jerry Kramer. Where's Night Train Lane. John Henry Johnson
played three ways: offense, defense, and to the death. It isn't raining.
Owen's going to fish all day. He might make gumbo with the turkey carcass stock.
Bring a cooler Sunday. And a large Mason jar.