recalling the gorgeous mornings
before the hordes
of May when grandson
and his always faithful bear
would climb into the stroller
and off we would go
down Circuit Avenue
till we eventually reached
the trail to Farmers’ Pond,
then out to water’s edge
to greet the garrulous ducks
and confer regarding subjects
of mutual interest and import
to boys and mallards and bears,
after which we retraced
our route in the slowing stroller
back to Winthrop Avenue
where both riders would,
on quiet arrival, shh, (sotto voce)
be dreaming of ducks diving
in sky blue lagoons...