Thank you, Brentwood, for all the Delis
Filled with Central and South American foods
For the streets that flood with children and teens
As they finish class and head home
How different the world looks in the winter
No patch of green grass to be seen
And then in the spring, the yellow flowers grow
And everyone scatters dandelion seeds
In the summer, kids roll on the grass
They ride their bikes as parents walk
Then in the fall leaves turn red, orange, and yellow
Replacing concrete with nature
