such things as almonds.

Painting memories with chalk and skipping stones like I’m five

I’ve told my story once and I shouldn’t have to say it again

When the swaying of trees and the memories of scrapped knees

Leaves and wind chimes bring back my young times

On top of a fence, the owl sits and just observes the air

Laying minds to rest and sipping cold coffee, the world needs

a hug.