One late summer afternoon, our family sprawled on the back lawn.

We harvested the corn that day and as we sat there– each of us with an ear in our hands–

I smiled. You caught the smile and said, ‘you look so happy.’

“I’m remembering a happy moment shared with someone I dislike. It’s ironic. “

You smiled, and we shucked the corn.

The heavy bowing heads of the sunflowers bobbed over us in the breeze

and the remains of the summer sun sat on our shoulders like a garment prepared to stay.

We worked together in silence after that, enjoying the late summer sun.

Our family, happy as we sat in the dark green grass.