2. 

The forgotten times

Of your days

Reel past with each arrow

Pointed by the smell

As you wander 

In Wisconsin summer

A large bowl of raspberries 

In your grandmothers refrigerator 

You stand and slowly eat them 

With the door open

Years later you visit in winter

You bring two albums 

In your suitcase 

John Lennon's Imagine

And Elvis Costello

My Aim Is True

You go out into the snowy field

To smoke pot

Once you smoke out the window

In grandpas old room

Grandma says she smelled smoke

And you blame your cousin Larry for smoking cigarettes

No she says it's not cigarettes 

It's clear you've lost your status 

As favorite grandchild

Grandma doesn't like the albums

Or the fact that you made fun of her beloved Lawrence Welk show.

Life goes on.