the last days of May

after work,
Rose in hand,
her wheels rolling down the sidewalk,
with the afternoon sun
illuminating
my way
a chartreuse stream,
and Forget-Me-Nots
(and how could you),
the Homestead Ferns
wave hello
and Fred the Ficus
his dark green leaves
say ‘glad you’re home’.

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