ROSEMARY LANE
written by: Leanne Howard Kenney
@neeneebucket
In the cold crisp, gray
morning air
dew hangs heavy
in the large
Elm Tree
split, branching trunk
creaking
under the weight of
jagged, asymmetrical
green, summer leaves
sitting upright
as branches
with long ago memories
of squealing children
Running
Ring Around The Rosy
pockets full of pink posies
of picnics and felled lemonade roots
Rich taking the first Branch
Lea overtaking the third, fourth, fifth and Sixth
bird houses and tree houses
young love and carved knife hearts
old love and tree swinging by fits and by starts
now tiny black ants play where people used to lay
and fluffy-tailed squirrels
climb brown-barked branches
the children used to slay
and the orange and brown and yellow leaves
that used to be raked into
piles so high
Cars Couldn’t Get By
lay cemented to the ground
Like a
Kaleidoscope
Ablaze
Sunset
on a
Cloudless, Clear Eyed
Blue
Summertime
Day
—30—
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