#2021NPM April 7: Adelanto/A Day's Journey

Welcome to 2021 National Poetry Month. It's my fifteenth year of participating (some years better than others).  
This year I'm taking a look at some previous poems that I enjoyed and will be revising.  Some have been on the blog before and others not.  
I have  five great interviews lined up:
April 2 POETRY FRIDAY: ALLAN WOLF
April 9 POETRY FRIDAY: LISA FIPPS
April 16 POETRY FRIDAY: CHRIS BARON
April 23 POETRY FRIDAY:
​JOANNE ROSSMASSLER FRITZ
April 30 POETRY FRIDAY: LITA  JUDGE

I love getting books into the hands of readers so there will be prizes for stopping by and saying hi.
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This is a poem that was drafted in 1995.  In 2009, I revised the poem based on a prompt about food associations.  Below "Adelanto" is the redux of the poem.  It is also the word for Day 6: journey, of the prompts from Oregon Writers' Colony.

Adelanto
Rancho t  lined in palm trees
Snakelike San Bernardino Mountain Pass
Sage foothills, Joshua tree desert
Foot fights with younger brother
Butterfly stomach
on windy, carnival road
Highway food stand
Purchased black, green olives
minutes from Adelanto
Desert white masonry brick house
Eucalyptus and castor trees
lined gravel driveway 
Cool refuge from a sweltering sun
Great aunts, aprons on
Busy ricing potatoes
Great uncle hugged nonstop
Bleu cheese, tomato soup
Bubbled through cauliflower
Table set for a feast
Sun porch swing
Rocked me until
Eyelids slammed shut
Starlit night debuts
on black damask
Fairy lights twinkle far off
 a day’s journey
© jone rush macculloch, draft,  2009
 
​REDUX
A Day’s Journey
Begin in the car, driving
through palm trees lined Rancho Cucamonga
through a snakelike San Bernardino Mountain Pass
through sage foothills, Joshua tree desert

Butterflies hatch in my stomach 
on windy, up and down road
Foot fights with brother, he always winning
A pit stop on the roadside, with car door privacy
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As if a mirage, a desert white masonry house
appearswith eucalyptus and castor trees
lining the gravel driveway, providing
cool refuge from a sweltering sun

Great aunts, aprons on, busy ricing potatoes
Great uncle passing hugs to us all
Bleu cheese, turkey, mashed potatoes, rolls
reach my stomach, rumbling, set the butterflies free 

Bone china and good silver graces
the table. Feast ready while Susie,
the cocker, wanders underfoot.
the blessing, the passing food to the right

After dinner, sunporch swing rocks me 
eyelids shutter until a starlit night debut
on black damask and fairy lights  
 a day’s journey
© jone rush macculloch, draft,  2021