Whirligig Weekend

Abstract maple seed circles by Amy Trampush

Blades of green stretch
like fingers on dueling pianos
while whirligigs tilt-a whirl toward the ground,
a fountain of twirling sound,
toppling down
the reckless and wild hillside,
sparkling driveway glitter,
the rustling coat of a Dalmatian
shivers in the cool spring Friday evening.

Warm weather walks to nowhere,
Saturday like a stranger from across the street
stooped on your stoop-
a face you’ve only seen
from the softening of distance and days.

Sunday rushes over you icy and wet,
bouncing in and out of sunshine,
red wine and remembrances
for another whirligig weekend.


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