remembering when she was younger and they were
so much pinker the fade of decades of summer
still so far away and the front lawn was safe
but years of missing brothers and sisters
forced this migration as fall was now
the welcome mat to the door she
would soon go through but it
would be fine because she
had found them all new
homes where rusty
wire legs would
sink deep and
hold onto all
memories
they had
shared.