I remembered trash day.
Trash day remembered me from the curb, one house late.
Daily Smile
All smilesThe Concord Pavilion lawn was filling up.
The bass arrived before we found the blanket.
Bailey Road had a gap.
I treated it like a personal invitation.
Cowell Road pointed toward the ridge.
The ridge pointed back, uphill.
Concord Community Park had a birthday and a softball game.
I was the person crossing both.
Highway 242 was moving.
I did not change lanes. I did not want to insult it.
Kirker Pass looked clear from the bottom.
The pass keeps its own schedule.
I stopped at The Veranda for one thing.
The parking lot had a sequel.
Markham Nature Park started flat.
The ridge introduced itself halfway.
Hillcrest Park was full of soccer voices.
I walked the edge like a respectful guest.