We weren't members of the Lutheran flock,
but it didn't hamper those April walks, with mom
and Daena hoofing springy steps that freshened
our breath and line dried clothes.

Trail-head for the stroll a red brick road
aptly named Mason where our rented home
stood above sand on piled blocks.

Left turn on McGee Tisha's house is two away
from the intersection cornering a field of bouquets
in bloom along Monroe avenue.

Hues that accent the stained glass panes
pop of color for the plain brown table,
fuchsia purple, pastel blue, and red copper
belonged in a vase not a lawnmower hopper.

Nice poem .

I appreciate it, Julie.

NICE

Thanks, Robin.

amazing