Second One of Many

I remember when the bitter weed did bloom We'd sit outside by the light of the moon Catch fireflies and place in a jar I remember just who you are On these nights watermelon sliced Ice cream entombed in store bought ice With rock salt bought from the store To make the ice freeze and us want more Janet Frame New Zealand famed writer stated in her novel "Toward Another Summer" that her mother said the best poems are written on scraps of paper, old envelopes, and paper napkins.