far from the month of may... far far away
trees painted in gold and van gogh vermillion
I was sitting in the warmth of the sun
not getting much of anything done
if anything at all actually
just soaking in the warm rays
enjoying a lazy do nothing day
a man walked by - sun behind him
behind him was his son
just having his own kind of fun
doing all the things three or four year olds do
run, fall down, roll in the grass, laugh, yell
ran down a hill and fell
the father said “c’mon Jackson, let’s go!
Jackson! let’s go home”
I don’t know why but on the fly I said to him
“named after jackson pollock of course”
he looked at me and laughed
“no, named after his grandfather”
as he walked away I thought
it would have been far cooler
if the kid was named after jackson pollock
