where trees stand on the edge of memories
& guard property lines
where adults provide more shade
under well-worn baseball caps
where each day starts with yes
even if the sun hasn’t stumbled
into view yet
where the smell of mowed grass cuts faraway
scenes to its perfect height
where nearly everything that has happened
is in the past
or tucked neatly beneath the surface
under a wide-brimmed hat
where the shade is alive & she whispers
because the lights are on.
2022 | Phillip Knight Scott
Written for dVerse: leave your hat on and Go Dog Go Cafe (“beneath the surface”)
https://dversepoets.com/2022/03/15/poetics-leave-your-hat-on/
Often Mumbled Musings 
Lovely poem. I especially like the first stanza.
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The neighbourhood is definitely alive in your poem. Some beautiful, thought-provoking phrases…” where trees stand on the edge of memories” and “where the shade is alive & she whispers because the lights are on’.
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very sweet poem, Phillip – I enjoyed this.
-David
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Thank you, David!
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“where trees stand on the edge of memories”
Gorgeous image.
Much💜love
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Thanks for much!
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It sounds like there is much hidden beneath the surface in this neighbourhood…
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Thanks for much! There really could be …
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This is absolutely stunning! I especially like; “where the smell of mowed grass cuts faraway scenes to its perfect height.” 💝💝
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Thanks for much!
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Beautiful visual poem
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