"Birdies birdies"
two robins on a railing
calling you to spring

you are two and we are two
generations apart entwined
guile free in our small radius

many other words cascade
awaiting translation in time's
slow time now so close

playing catch before you can
laughing at Newton's law
until peers and passions claim you

glee in every retold page
loving the story teller who
prints the familiar in your eyes

I love you in my century
soon it will be yours
take my hand, lead me

to the swings and slides
listening for sounds of leaves
and sky that will wait for you

"Hello birdies...bye bye moon"