everyone spills out of their houses into the street.
Dogs being taken on supposed walks lie down in each other's yards while their folks talk.
Kids push their scooters and their chalk right down the middle of the pavement,
and there are a couple of basketball hoops in frequent use.
This afternoon, my Small One and I were out there in the midst of it all when something flew overhead --
so close we all ducked a little bit. It is spring here, the season of bright surprises.
April 2, 2010
hawk floats overhead --
mistaken for a vulture
it reveals itself