Palm Sunday, or An Evening Walk in Tennessee

20170410_195207.jpgThe smell of wild onion
Pungent, vibrant
in its protest, just cut by a careless blade

The gloaming
on tulip leaf and lilac bloom

Bird song
Whings
Through air
Neither warm nor cool

20170410_195125Moving towards cool
As the sun
sinks deeper below the horizon

And yet, it feels like the dawning
of a new day

I want to keep walking
strawberry cake still sloshes
in my belly
but my grandmother
has told this
fully grown woman
she needs to be
home before dark.

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