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