An Ode to a Feast

Titanic cottonwoods dancing in the wind,
my dad and I smoking rich cigars,
pink and blue clouds hanging in the sky,
we reading "beat" gems and sharing point of view,
kingly wild salmon on the barbecue,
Ferlinghetti glorifying heroic Willie Mays,
country corn on cob inviting all human teeth,
such an obliging feast
ought to cap all Gaiia's days