It was always warm when I went.
The steps would make my shoes muddy.
Sometimes there were trails that lead.
Sprinkers could be heard.
We'd get lost sometimes but always find her.
She'd be under the shade of the tree.
Waiting for our return.
I'd try not to step on the neighbors.
Wasn't always easy.
Off I'd go to get some water.
After a while, we'd leave.
I would look back and smile.
The Lilacs would last a while.
~ JC ~
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