on the first day of spring

we left before dawn.

and later the clouds parted

assuring a glorious day of sun

 

as i walked around the racetrack

from pit to grid to the

best place to view the event

over and over again

 

and in between we sipped coffee

nibbled sandwiches in sunbeams

and as you made adjustments

to your car and to those of your friends

 

i read poetry and a crime novel

that built with excitement

as the day flew past lighthearted.

then on the way home

 

we stopped to eat at that diner

you wanted to show me and

driving home we both happily

sighed as dusk nestled in

 

            —a pretty perfect day with you

 

heather pound 2024