Early Date Poem by Yen Cress

She rises bright as sunrise floods
Her Grandma's garden tangle
To meet her friends out near the walk
Where fuschia blossoms dangle.

She peeks around the corner with
A shy anticipation,
And San Francisco's pigeons hear
Her gentle invitation.

'Come here and eat, sweet things, ' she coos,
And they accept, unscorning,
The crumbs dropped from her little hands-
A banquet in the morning.