The park’s trees have been growing all week.
We circle them, looking for signs.
Overhead, a kite, wanting,
bobs aimlessly.
The strain of the weekend relaxes,
the children give in to quiet.
Looking at the sun
I see myself drawn in.
If I shut my eyes,
I will dream of it as it happens.
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