A trip to visit Dambo tolls, stroll through a park on a lovely spring day, have fancy pizza and craft beer, visit family and play charades, sharing stories, then quiet as we settled into traveling home - a kiss, then goodbye. A beautiful day.
stories retold
of death, strangely,
remembered with laughter.
Memories of dog bites,
children’s soft faces,
toddlers not yet knowing
the line between
animal and human instinct.
The animals made their point.
Then trolls,
massive, imagined,
mom and dad
and three offspring,
triplets, perhaps:
Dix, Dax, Dux,
names that rhyme,
so they belong together.
False summer paying a short visit,
sweat tracing what’s to come,
but dogs broke the heat
with prancing pride
and playful folly,
parents playing referee.
Sunbathers reading,
women readying winter bodies
for future sundresses.
Friends gathered on blankets,
laughing, stories spilling out,
our old minds catching
the language of the young,
words once outrageous to us,
now worn easily.
Families spreading picnics
across a vast city green,
everything clear
under a wide, blue sky.
City skyline a background
to a country setting.
When the trolls were done
and feet worn thin,
beer called our names,
and an artisan pizza, arugula on top,
enough to make New Yorkers scoff.
A quick stop for Easter treats,
delivered by those
old enough to remember
when Easter meant new dresses,
fancy shoes, frilly socks,
boys in stiff suits,
straightjackets, almost,
shed in relief
for chocolate devoured in heaps,
sugar rushing sky-high,
a punishment passed along
to the next generation.
And all of it
a fine day
with the one I love,
my person.
Nothing extraordinary,
except that it was.
And it will stay.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Written on 2026-04-05 at 07:26
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A Day of Discovery
It was a day of discovery,stories retold
of death, strangely,
remembered with laughter.
Memories of dog bites,
children’s soft faces,
toddlers not yet knowing
the line between
animal and human instinct.
The animals made their point.
Then trolls,
massive, imagined,
mom and dad
and three offspring,
triplets, perhaps:
Dix, Dax, Dux,
names that rhyme,
so they belong together.
False summer paying a short visit,
sweat tracing what’s to come,
but dogs broke the heat
with prancing pride
and playful folly,
parents playing referee.
Sunbathers reading,
women readying winter bodies
for future sundresses.
Friends gathered on blankets,
laughing, stories spilling out,
our old minds catching
the language of the young,
words once outrageous to us,
now worn easily.
Families spreading picnics
across a vast city green,
everything clear
under a wide, blue sky.
City skyline a background
to a country setting.
When the trolls were done
and feet worn thin,
beer called our names,
and an artisan pizza, arugula on top,
enough to make New Yorkers scoff.
A quick stop for Easter treats,
delivered by those
old enough to remember
when Easter meant new dresses,
fancy shoes, frilly socks,
boys in stiff suits,
straightjackets, almost,
shed in relief
for chocolate devoured in heaps,
sugar rushing sky-high,
a punishment passed along
to the next generation.
And all of it
a fine day
with the one I love,
my person.
Nothing extraordinary,
except that it was.
And it will stay.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Written on 2026-04-05 at 07:26
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