Clicking syllables
“Your grandfather and I rode bikes through
an alley of trees and called their names
to each other, Latin spindling into the wind—
Acer saccharum
Betula populifolia
Pinus strobus
Syllables clicked from our mouths
like baseball cards clothes-pinned
to the bikes’ bright spokes….’’
— From “On the Day Before You Were Born,’’ by New Hampshire poet and teacher Lin Illingworth