mirror upon mirror pond geese herding young in damp grasses pecking at first signs of spring pairs of ducks reacquainting joggers chasing their breath dog walkers walk dogs skateboards skate by bicycles peddle past traffic inches forward toward intersection of pedestrian fashion show
shop owners flip signs, turn keys to open cafes brewing gossip small town news two crepes — one sweet, one savory latte extra foam gathering of pierced punk rockers part, allowing passage, acknowledging me as one of them.
thin twig of lavender decorates the plate my lavender and wildflowers will bloom in someone else's garden this year Dylan, my seed, my son my wild lovely one let me smell the wildflowers flow free through my blood I stayed above ground to love you.
