in the stream of morning dew
and dry them with the first
rays of the sun immediate
childhood memories are involved
running and getting caught
so it’s a good thing I’m alone
unobserved in my own backyard
wandering through the new grass
remembering being pursued
by my mother laughing and her
falling down my sister crying
thinking she was hurt
the three of us like me now
rolling with laughter in the grass
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