To my parents,
who left Baraboo and the dairy farm
to move to California when I was five.
May your memories of summer picnics
fifty years ago at the Dells
be as bright as a sky full of fireworks
on the Fourth of July.

And to Tammi Scheetz,
with fun memories of when
we rode the Ferris wheel at Nickelodeon Universe
and searched the Minneapolis–St. Paul International Airport
for cinnamon rolls so we could share a Sierra moment.