the fragrance of ripe apricots dangling in the breeze
the fragrance of fencing lathered with a sticky stain
the fragrance of walnut hulls, shells decaying in the sun
my tiger cat slipping through the gold, green, and brick
the golden orange flowers among Mars-red bark remnants
a tricycle stuck in the mud-hole by the Garbanzo bush
the sprinkler playing red rover red rover come on over
flip-flopping, flip-flopping, not soon to be stopping
until chores are finished and we pack our toys
the shores our distant cousins when we are not there
our forever friends when the waves come in
as ocean waves of sea salt kiss our foreheads
but will no one remember when i am gone?
