April 3, National Poetry Month

Red rover, red rover
Won’t you let Cindy come over?
Hear we are
You, on your porch in a face scarf
And a twinkle in your eye
And me carrying my blue chair
Sitting six feet away
As you hold up your white board
Written in bold letters . . . Can you hear me now?
We laugh and laugh
Oh, the laughter of a friend!