Jeannie Prinsen
Seasons in the Sun
Autumn road trip, New England woods
a crazy quilt spread before us. Heading home,
we stopped for fast food – seventies pop
on the sound system, the two of us cry-
laughing at the shallow lyrics, cheap
rhymes like air, there, everywhere,
Big Mac with a side of cheesy reverb.
We were immune to pathos, swiveling
on molded chairs, licking french-fry
and tear salt from our fingers, stolid locals
staring us into another gasping gale. Gone,
hard, out of time were words, not
destinations we thought we’d ever reach.
Telling a friend goodbye? Leave it to us
to find that funny.
Jeannie Prinsen lives with her husband, daughter, and son in Kingston, Ontario. Her writing has appeared in Dust Poetry, Juniper Poetry, Reckon Review, and elsewhere. Find her online at jeannieprinsen.substack.com and jeannieprinsen.bsky.social.