We had half a block of convo, as she calls it,
The dreamy comings and goings of free-form ideas punctuated
By the excitement of a newly discovered blossom, a roly-poly
Spotted next to the crack on the sidewalk.
Eliza called out to us, and the spell was broken,
The roly-poly tossed aside, the scooter abruptly rotated
Some ninety degrees and my lovely companion was gone,
The sweet moment replaced by the shouting of a couple six year girls
Now jogging, scooting, discussing the book fair, yet again
Interrupted by Caroline, who has now appeared at the corner,
The parents tossed aside like old news, the three shuffling
And scooting and talking on top of each other, about
Everything and nothing, the convo of the young who no
Longer need the old.
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