Pink roses, long mauve stems of hostas' in
bloom wave a gentle good morning
as the lavender's brightness
shouts.
chickadees, robins, jays, cardinals,
and the many sparrows,
we called them all sparrows,
in my childhood, or starlings,
I don't see or hear many of them anymore,
call to me,
echoes of children,
riding bicycle, squabbling,
toddlers giggling,
as they
remind
me to play.
gkn July 2017
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