I am balls and bats

From legos and bar soap

I am from the canyon

Small comforting

I am from the Tipuana tree

The dying grass

Whose long strands I remember

As if they were my own

I’m from Italian food and villa roma

from Robert to Richard

I’m from swimming and bowling

and from sit down dinners

I’m from scary stories

And from Song Sung Blue

I’m from the Carvel

I’m from San Diego and Italy

From the tree house outside

The canyon that always ignites

In the backyard