morgan says: "the blossoms are pink and on every cherry tree"
i reply that this makes me so happy,
she laughs her high-pitched eager notes.
the sun vanishes and then emerges,
the sky takes a spin, the clouds go soaring.
morgan pretends to drive:
break, green light, gas, go.
we start calling out fire hydrants
they think one is open.
not for children, i say, or even for ashleys,
only for muscled firemen, trained and ready.
the hose would be too heavy for us,
the power of the water too strong.
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