Last weekend
was the weekend of blooms

Spring observations

My mother interupts you while 

You are talking to show

You the blooms of the spring

While u walk together

She points out each color 

In case you missed it

Now I do this too 

I saw an old woman

That looked like a little girl

She had a small pony tail

A satchel

Little legs under a short skirt

But it was her face 

As eager as the first day of school

Ever

To get the best grade

Mr Clark isn't next door 

Anymore

But his chair is

So every time I come home

I think I'm going to talk to him

But he got tired too and found the earth

I put the petal in baby nephew's hand

The color was so bright

He couldn't resist

Even tho it wasn't the big tires on a moving truck 

summer is coming 

I know that's good 

When you left

When you left

It cut like a paper cut that wouldn't heal