I walked an aimless and meandering path
There were no goals or destinations in mind
I just simply followed the trails of blossoming flowers
It was a festival of colors that welcomed the coming of Spring
First were the daffodils, then the forsythia, and then the tulips
There were also pansies, foxgloves, and poppies
The cherry blossoms were beautiful
Perhaps more so knowing how ephemeral they were
The warm Spring breeze helped to chase away the Winter chill
And it felt as if all of Brooklyn began to crawl out of their caves that day
And with the people came man’s best friend
Shibas, poodles, labs, malteses, and boxers
They were all so lovely as they pranced down the streets
Some people were taking photos to remember the day by
And others were simply engraving the sights into their hearts
With people doing their Spring cleaning
An eclectic array of items began to litter the street
Items that were once loved but now looking for a new home
From ripped out toilets to beautifully hand carved chairs
One man’s trash was certainly another’s treasure
It was easy to become lost in this beautiful world
But with the sudden shrill of a ringtone
This fragile existence burst like a soap bubble
Hearing the voice of my mother I began to cry
This beautiful day became a beautiful but sad day
And so my meandering path became a straight and narrow one
With one foot in front of the other
I quickly made my way home
When the doors shut behind me
The flowers and the wind and the sun were all locked out
But when I cracked my window open just a bit
The sad moment became a bit more happy