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a walk in the neighborhood

resplendent in faded jeans and a t-shirt
a small boy rolling happily before me
rubber wheels jostling over sidewalk cracks
a mop-covered head peering over one side

cool air bitingly fresh and clean
golden reeds waving from shimmering pools
moist buds blistering on ruddy branches
freshly washed vehicles gleaming on driveways

strangers and friends smiling from passing cars
joggers panting hellos as they shamble by
small children laughing on swings and in gardens
yapping dogs greeting each other from afar

the hiss of car tires on a faraway highway
a crisp white moon peeking out of pale blue
an orange sun dipping into clumps of green
the mark of Zorro carved in white in the sky

it is baby’s first spring –
in some ways, it is mine too.

02. Mar, 2004


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