Autumn leaves, of course
helium balloons, eventually
two-year olds
all mankind
tears
In the Oklahoma spring breeze,
today it was the fresh white blossoms
from the honey locust trees
small branches from the large old maple and sycamore trees
and my two-year old’s hair
He grabbed out handfuls, with a strange ripping sound,
his eleven –year old brother reported,
as they played on the trampoline
and the wind took the soft baby blonde sweetness away,
mixed with the white blossoms in the breeze.
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