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First of March

First of March

under a budding

weeping willow

we ate our lunch

and watched

two ducks

dip their heads

underwater

and the rocks

along the bank

plopped in

and took a turtle swim

and the breeze blew

the willow strands

across our face

and the music

of rushing water

was surround sound

pushing the blaring bird

above our head

higher and higher

like the bubbles

Tiny blew

with her plastic wand

and park people

came and went

strolling or jogging or prone

and suppose

we’d still be there

tossing roses

had the sun not dipped

and so

we headed home

with two balloons

one to keep

and one to let go

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery