Sitting on the front porch
waiting for the school bus.
March winds have calmed,
Spring warms the morning.
No snow to hold up the bus,
no angry plows destroy.
Hoping the driver is late today
as we tuck moments away to enjoy.
It isn't so much the warmth
of record temps to name,
It's just that as she wiped her brow she said
"Today smells like a baseball game."
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