A pretty, little plain girl holds her father’s hand
--stooped down with wrinkled hands to meet cradle smooth fingertips
Today, they walk in the park on one of those
“perfect days” spring-time Technicolor, and blossoms
and blossoms. Its green and sunny and they both squint.
Spotted dandelion tuft bouncing in the breeze
Her rose patterned dress bounces behind her as
she pulls away in its chase.
