On a sunny day, I went walking
along newly thawed sidewalks,
stepping into fresh snow puddles.
Once, this all was white, but now
bits of green push up from under rocks
and at the tips of tree branches.
From the bottom of the hill
I spot skinny-legged boys
riding on wooden skateboards
and I think I hear music playing
from a garage or an open window,
but when I get closer, I see
it’s a girl sitting in a tree
and she stops singing when I
get near, just like a bird does.