Xylophone tones roll up the river,
each note a mirrored dust, a goalpost,
as daughters bounce off summer’s

shoulders, the idea of mars never
quite landing & a WWII navigator
remembers his windless map of stars.

Something hidden comes out
readied for a moment in the middle
of us: the family station wagon’s

wooded sides riding Swan hills,
sun’s noon gown kept at respectful
distance. The rest of the thought lost

in the grass, as an ice bucket shifts
its portable Saturday mid-rift of imaginary
silver birds & dark crickets.

Diana Adams is an Alberta-based writer with work published in a variety of journals including Boston Review, Drunken Boat, Oranges & Sardines, The Laurel Review, MiPOesias, Shampoo, Pindeldyboz, Poemeleon, Del Sol Review, Perihelion, Bayou, and Spire. Her second book of poetry, Theaters of the Tongue was recently published by BlazeVOX Books. She is the poetry editor for Del Sol Review.