November 1, 2005 (Little Skaterboy loved Vivi)

So I see the tree.
Nearly bare of the spring leaves,
And, I see the children passing,
Playing, in pants instead of shorts.
There we see the sweetness, fall.

I remember taking out my Frisbee,
watching the children run through
the water from the sprinklers,
Sitting here in the park.

Please, allow the memory of summer,
to last long into winter,
Remind me these are my days.

2005 jf.