Breeze noticed that day
I hadn't written her, given
her space between these
blue lines.
Breeze pushed against
my hand, so I listened. She
belly laughed. She gave the
leaves voice in response,
Breeze offered wind chimes song ~
(Who are you to say she didn't?)
My neighborhood's face has changed
in these twenty-one years.
Families with grown and
growing children...
Breeze still greets us all,
same as ever.
Same as always.
(Who are you to say she isn't?)
Breeze doesn't change.
Louden brother pushes the
lawn mower. Sam isn't there
to help. He has packed his
things and moved along.
Cal Berkeley called his name
so he can no longer help and
Breeze. Can. Still.
And Breeze, does. Still.
Breeze helps.
Breeze laughs.
Breeze scolds.
Breeze cajoles.
Breeze nudges.
Breeze does.
(Who are you to say she doesn't)
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