Good bye Harmon

Sunday afternoons

Twins on the old tube radio

In the garage.

Dad's green web lounger

Lounging in the driveway.

He never sat still long enough

To enjoy it

But it represented

The laziness of the day.

Sitting barefoot,

Elbows to knees

Listening to the song of the game.

The awe of hearing

Our heroes announced

And imagining their smile

And stance as we dreamed

Of home runs,

Baseball, hot dogs

Apple pie and Chevrolet.