Scene One


Hard wind in October blows the patio furniture off the deck
Upending the balance of summer

Moments ago
Your bike was abandoned on the driveway
Colored by chalk and pink nail polish

In old shorts and hand-me-down t-shirt
You ran with shouts and in character
Filling in the space where sunshine stopped in the corners of the afternoon

The trees,
Full and green as shade umbrellas
for little bodies interlaced with sweat and bandaids
playing like nothing else mattered

It’s all changing and
soon will be gone

hoping for another chance to get it right