Summers Edge
Magnolia and pink mimosa
garden path with swollen dirt
from pop-up storms.
Cloud cover’s pleasant,
slightly sultry.
I, the adult,
adjure my joints to sport.
Delight of finger flowers,
red trumpet bling,
along the meander
of old man creek.
Kids of Summer,
dip thigh-deep,
‘neath the wooden bridge.
Swings seizing the edge,
slides a-whiz,
rainbow puddles.
Pleasantries exchanged
between adults
with perceptive eyes
and wry smiles.
Unleashed from indoors,
pups pull on their leashes
desperate to be kids.
6/28/2021
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2021
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