santos scribes

yesterdays pool water

cloudy & scooped

todays peach-parched begonias

dead heads too

last nights grill

scratched clean now

‘nother round of dino jungle

it’s your turn Wavy

chalk drawn roads

where tiny toy cars go

bubbles blown

by baby’s breath

dance

delight

float on

hawks squawk

and birds call loud

fast-moving prey
below

shade is cool

July’s tip toes

more ice pops please

flowers stand

tall and yellow

prepare to burst

corncobs too

the sun sets

later now

I write to remember :

the time

is always

now

About this poem

for Grayson & Waverly ~ revised & rereleased today in 2025