Children sing through petrichor;
Join their chorus with your wings.
Cars explode across the portal path
Grown from tar and silicon.
Days stretch their limber arms,
Testily reaching towards summer's length
While mahogany elders refuse to console
Toddlers screaming at the night's approach.
Evening is spiced with diesel chirps,
Dinner with sparks and smoke.
Hear the children's gleeful cries
Be drenched in gasoline.
@d-pend