scattered like maple leaves on concrete streets wet with spring's intentions growth, green all of me a faux beaver cap and train whistle smiling like a persuasive summer framed by the green bench where families wait for the black metal beast spewing and churning and chugging toward my daughter's great round, green eyes. sheltering giants sway singing old songs i hum along spinning edges to delight softening the world wide little arms waving an ecstatic receiving delicious world! The browns and grays and greens! Blue skies, birds, and song the touch of momma, redwoods, and butterflies! and the taste of living! I swallow the dark clouds away and dance in the light with my little laughing partner