Everwhich way...

Life presents inevitabilities to dance around:
Life.
Death.
Homesickness.

I can transplant myself back to

Lawn chair Summers.
thatfadeinto
Applebutter Autumns.
interruptedby
Woodstove Winters.
thatmeltinto
The greenest Springs I will ever see.

Dirty feet. Sweaty hair. Buttery smiles.
Shag carpet burns. Swingset rust palms.
Bean trees. Apples too sour to sample.
The cool cement of the basement flooring.
Crinkly FM station storm advisories.

Memories lacking but a sense.
Intangible. At the edge of my memory.
Coveted before expiration date approaches.