Couples walk labs on the bike path
which starts at Bullfrog Valley Pond
and winds through the burgeoning woods,
along a dappled stream and into the sunny
strip by the main road. Walkers wave,
keeping pace, moving strollers briskly
aside for joggers and whirring cyclists.
Parents chat on the sidelines of soccer
and baseball fields, hands in pockets,
muddied sneakers on sparse spongy grass.
They’ll dine on upside down pizza at Fenicci’s
or drive downtown, sniffing factory chocolate
wafting down Cocoa Avenue, illuminated
by lights of wrapped and unwrapped Kisses.
It’s not tourist season, yet.
© 2011 Kim King