Lilacs
The smell of lilacs
reminds me of the ones
in Pappap’s yard
When we ran
barefoot all summer
through PA trees and hills
Waded in the cold creek
Cartwheeled in Pappap’s yard
Ate watermelon and spit seeds
Pretended we were characters
In old TV shows: Batman
Gilligan’s Island, Man from Uncle
Walked on stilts
Played croquet
Rolled around in tractor tires
It’s no wonder
When I smell lilacs
I want to run, jump and play
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