Scituate

Many voices all at once. You go to the room 
your niece gave up for the visit. She slept in the corner bed
while we set up an air mattress. 

An arte povera arrangement. Six of us plus the kids
elements in a list with distance to distinguish. The space in the princess drapes 
behind which you hide-and-seek 

a wandermind landscape. The random unpredictable,
the questions that you ask in circles. What to have for dinner? Should you grill? 
Should you just see what’s on sale?

Joel says he understands 
why your partners picked you.
That he found something in common—that you are good people.