The Yard (Hour 4)

Chain link fence

Purple hued periwinkle
Growing through metallic lines
Reaching out towards
The front sidewalk

Open the gate
A concrete walkway to the porch
Another veering left
Towards the drive way
Three sections of front yard grass
Two on either side of the driveway walk
One with a pine tree taller than me
Whose branches I used to sit under
Inhaling its sweet perfume
Fallen needles poking
Into my skin

Green shrubbery growing
In front of windows
Scalloped concrete separating
The bushes from the grass
And a comfrey plant by the water spicket
Propogated from Grandma and Grandpa

On the west side of the driveway
Mom's flower garden
A big yellow rosebush
Purple irises, orange marigolds
Two smaller rose bushes
One red, one white
And a flourishing patch
Of bishop's weed

Memories come to mind
Of "playing baseball"
Each front yard corner
A different base
A memory of summer days
Lying on the hot cement
After swimming in the backyard pool
The smell of water, heat, and processed rock
Sitting on the front porch with mom
Watching the rain
Lightning filling the sky
Listening to the booming thunder