Chewing on pink curly straws
Steeped in glass green bottles full of fantasies
Wishing on tiny suns
That I could wear galoshes and splash in puddles
Fit into a see-saw and wear daisies in my hair
Chewing on licorice
Talking about boys
Laughing till I cried
Planning weddings
Walking with friends
When waiting was not such a big deal
When being late was not the end of the world
Not needing to watch time
To count days
A time
When I exceeded all that was expected of me
When I never fell short and was wiser than my years
Oh to be young again
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