Winthrop Avenue

recalling the gorgeous Spring mornings
before the hordes of May
when eager grandson
and his always faithful bear
would climb aboard the stroller
and off we would go
racing down Circuit Avenue
till we eventually reached
the trail to Farmers’ Pond,
then out to water’s edge
to greet the garrulous ducks
and confer regarding subjects
of mutual interest and import
to boys and mallards and bears,
(dare I say it...oh my...),
after which we retraced
our route in the slowing stroller
back to Winthrop Avenue
where both riders would,
on quiet arrival, shh,(sotto voce)
be dreaming of ducks diving
in sky blue lagoons...