sawdust memories

on the porch
beneath the red pepper tree
a picnic table
covered in dust
spider web cities
beneath the bench
so many memories
engraved in the wood
gin rummy beneath the autumn sky
lemonade squeezed from
the warm summer sun
fried chicken
to die for
fresh picked boysenberries
still warm from the day
dusted with sugar
baked into pie
napping away
the late afternoon
splinters annoy
not wanting to move
watching the stars
wandering paths
of the future
and past.....

along with the
house
nana and grandpa
the table is gone
termites
and weather
wore away the wood
leaving behind
sawdust memories