April

This is where a twenty-cent popsicle melted,
glistening under the summer sun.

This is where a farmer stood
with his apples and cherries on the sidewalk.

This is where they left bike trails from their Sunday outing.

This is where a dog once chased a tabby through a sprinkler.

This is where a boy lost his first front tooth.

This is where newlyweds built their dreams,
and where an old couple closed their lives together.

This is where lost toy trucks and dolls and rubber ducks
lay in the bushes for many days.

This is where the green leaves turned reddish-brown,
year after year.

This is where some sobbed and cried,
while others celebrated.

This is where the land now lies barren,
where luggage was packed,
where cars drove away,
and where voices slowly faded.