a kiss for the robins

on our walk, with snow squeaking underfoot,
we pass a yard adorned with a hopping robin.

“do you know what you do when you see a robin?
dad told me,” my sister tells me.

you kiss your thumb,
then tap your hands together.

I practice the motion of my grandmother:
I kiss my thumb, then bump my fists.

a kiss for a robin.

M.B.B.
4/14/2020