
The familiar path, mentally walked as much as my feet these days
Eyes searching for ways to make my day dream complete
I dance over a stick in my path the way I would my grandpa's cane when he'd test to see if I was paying attention
Occasionally I was, as now
I pass the luggage repair that somehow had popcorn
The mismatch missed as much as the company; To enjoy popcorn, walking and eating
I can almost see the old trolly car
Like a toy made life sized, just for us
My sister and I laughing, promising to run to the back and wave
Eat our ice cream, smiling and waving to the town
As if the sunshine radiating around us had been consumed
And like the sugar, needed a way out
It had
One stop away from running home to ride bikes the rest of the afternoon
No hands, to feel the free freedom and dare life to take it
Because we are young, because we can
Time goes by in a blink
Closing my eyes brings it closer before it leaves me by seeing




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