The other day I came across
an old video - VCR type - 
I made many years ago, my parents
and my children hovering over
a Papier-mâché volcano,
as they take turns pouring 
vinegar into its crater to 
make baking soda and
dish-soap foam over, eruptions 
of laughter from the four of them, 
young and old, at Vesuvius bubbling 
away on the porch table

It occurs to me though, today,
that the area caught on film where 
this is all taking place - the porch
- was not constructed until after 
my Dad passed away, with money
he had left me

cc: Chagall 2022