May brings a southern breeze
Blowing pollen off spruce trees
Sowing little tree baby seeds
Lunch alfresco,
A sandwich and, naturally
My hair in my mouth
The air smells like sweet memories
Of graduation and freedom
My car, green with pollen,
Meanders by mossy stone hedges sheathed
In twisting vines, winding
Over asphalt covered mine tailings
Where ocean once breathed
I roll my windows down and smell the sea.
A woman with long silver hair goes by
The song of a little girl
Powerful, strong
Spills in through my open window,
Passing along my daughter’s school, I see
Friends eating in the yard, sitting on the ground
Every one of them except her–
Where is she?
There, of course,
Dancing across the yard like a fairy
Voice strong and loud,
Heard from miles around, singing to the sea.
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