Our Annual Adventure

Once a year
we pick up
right where we
left off
and have
an adventure
just like old times.

We get our shoes
all dirty
with red desert dust
and who cares
if we blow a tire
because we're on
an adventure.

For a few hours
the baby is
rock-a-bye-bye,
the student loans
are paid off,
candy is
the new spinach.

We're retrospectively
recruiting,
convincing these
tagalongs
that the old days
were the best days
and the worst mistake
they ever made
was not being around
the first time around.

Three-hundred
and sixty-four days
are the predator.
Our annual adventure
is the prey.

Fortunately, the desert
is a terrible place
to hide.

A very subtle sequel to "Return to the Drink."