Saturday night at the kitchen table
We rolled the Yatzee dice to the tunes of Wheel of Fortune and Hee-Haw.
Vannah and Minnie Pearl’s “HOW-DEEEE!”, ageless even after a long week.
Conversations of cows and corn, beans ready to pick and can. 
Tomorrow would come early, and I had no idea then how quickly yesterday would be gone.
But that night, the smell of tobacco, sunshine and soap-clean rolled me into bed when the TV went quiet.