It’s the first of May. Put it in a basket and leave it on the neighbor’s step. It used to happen. Thirty years ago. Hard to believe.
Three days on the bike. Today makes four. Baseball in the afternoon. Kids in the Eve.
I’m glad they’re here. They are, too. It took a while, but it happened. Piece by piece.
Look forward. Only forward. No regret. Hit the grave with a smile for everyone.