Spring onions
[ little but mighty ]
dance around in
a Friday evening pan
& press their tangy scent
through screened windows
in Queen Village.
Volvo-owning dads
mirror-shine their autos
with microfiber
cloths & load hatchbacks
with camping equipment.
I walk through it all,
like an open air museum.
Grilled burgers & Turtle Wax,
basil clippings from the window
box.
Great poems! I’m glad I finally found your site. =)
Thanks, Mercy! Glad to have you here. 🙂