Down the street
toward the duck pond
complaining we weren’t riding bikes
missing the pink petals
on the trees
even as they fell
down at our feet
You — hungry
Me — needing
We want
not just the cashews
that we feed the ducks
by the sign that tells us not to
You want the Cheetos
left over from the soccer party
I want the allergy medicine
in the kitchen cabinet
I want to erase my email
and sit on the couch with you
and your orange stained fingers
picking the petals
from our shoes
After the longest winters
or the shortest ones
still we reach
for spring
