A Stake in Fun

This is from a diary note from June 7, 2014, while we were in Wichita, Kansas. I never published it because a lot of things were going on back then.  I think I was waiting for a plane to California to see my Dad, who had been diagnosed with liver cancer, but has since been in un-looked for remission!

 

Boisterous country music,

rivers of voices bouncing off the walls,

around, back, forth, deafening,

murmuring, laughs, words,

conversations, peanut shells

cracking, dropping on the floor,

pans and dishes clanging, silver

ware clinking, cooking clatters,

strong scents of peanuts, hot

breads, grilled steaks, all

at the Texas Steakhouse in Wichita, Kansas

Out of the Ordinary Barnacles

 

West of Wichita, large, brown, mud barnacles

form close together along the outer sides of bridges

with dark open mouths facing traffic

No ocean waves lap or plunge around the bridges

just the constant surge of wind, dust, exhaust, rain

Clustered birds’ nests, glued to the cement

sheltered from the elements

Land versions of the real creatures

attached to beach rocks, piers, and ship bottoms

TR