A visit with my daughter

We walked distances I would pedal
and mixed the flowers of herbs into a fresh curry
for soup and a sweet sour dough, round and ilumined.
We spent our money at small places along alleys
where young folks parked their bicycles. We
walked a labyrinth and stooped into berries,
evidence on our knees.
We traced lakes with our dogged strokes,
I not mentally able to keep up but still getting there. Where?
We observed Cervantes as he mocked virtues
and identified each and every element of his tale twice
like us, twice a person, grappling with the 6th extinction
as I understand it…reading about the “lost and left behind”
during this age of abundance and beautiful tragedy,
mindful of the rainbow in the oil slick.