Yesterday’s Memory Lane

Simpler times of jarring fireflies
By paper lantern
after charcoaled smores
For the kids who did their chores before
Allowed outdoors
and sent to play with
Friends at the end of the day as neighbors
Dropped by to the sounds
of the British Invasion
on the 45 while
Walt mans the grill with
shish-kabobs and hot dogs
and relish trays of sweets and dills eaten
By folks spilling in
as a round of croquet
Begins with horseshoes and Frisbee
for the teens that wait
till the adults are knee-deep
In cocktails to ask for car keys
so they can dive in
to the Chevy to head
for the drive-in where
The Blob scares and the
boys make dares of
bra pinching and
Frenching.

But the only
thing that’s remained the same is
the umbrella-ed
drinks slurped down on Memory Lane…