lin and i are driving home after 

the weekend with colin at the vineyard

i'm driving, lin is writing in her journal

i'm happy to report colin is doing well

his grandfather moderately less gruff

yenny eternal, seems to grow younger

it was warm for this time of year, and dry

worrisome, but good for the grapes

the nights were cool, windows wide open

colin and i walked the rows while lin

sketched and talked with colin's grandfather

our talk was of war and weather

crimes against humanity and complicity

also of books read, media and food consumed

remembrances and philosophizing

after that, as it's spring, we played catch

baseball and mitts, iconic, classic, much needed

colin says i throw like a girl—i say two plus two equals four