Coyote, Trickster II

In my earliest days, family
apparently meant everything,
but I was too young
to appreciate it.

That's when we made the majority
of our most interesting trips
to relatives around Rhode Island
and Massachusetts, some of which
were repeated enough in later years
that I would still recognize
quite well today,
but others, now reduced
to phantoms.

I guess even some of my past
is a trickster.