for evelyn.

strawberry jam is being on the farm

at the breakfast table, in this case the supper table to make room for everyone who came by this morning

but not before climbing onto the hard-backed bench to find what she hid while we were still asleep

the cats will congregate at the door stoop

and I’m guessing she saved them something too

she called me on the phone when I left

and I wanted to understand her.

Image courtesy of Mark McBrearty