it's like a school yard friend
standing behind you
with her hands over
your eyes
asking
"Guess Who?"
we can still play today
before the rain
the jungle gym is calling our names
and we're to young
to worry about adulthood's grasp
right now it feels like we're be this age forever
little arms, little legs
in little shoes
with a dirt stain
shoe laces untied
might trip
and yet we don't cry
our stammering feet just keep
on going
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