play

those red butterflies take me back to the time when

those annoying crickets lulled me to sleep

dreamt I was barefoot on the gravel

running to that abandoned church

where those lost souls would be baptized

stood up high to pretend to speak

but I knew I wasn’t worthy

running back to the little, green house

the gravel biting at my soles

I whimpered and looked back –

you ran and didn’t even feel the rocks

you came laughing back,

your feet untouched

2 thoughts on “play

    1. Hi Rebecca – I’m happy you found me, so I could find you, lol. Your blog is lovely – and I haven’t had a chance to read through your posts yet, but predict that I will understand all too well. Look forward to reading more! -take care

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