She:
Four-ish with long black hair, pink pants and a Dora t-shirt.
“Get up! Here comes another one! Gnuuuuuuuuuuuuuew!” Arms outsrteched, spinning in circles, eyes up to the sky.
He:
A spikey blond boy in a pint-sized hoody.
“Yay, another one! WoWoWooWooWoWoooWoo!” Joining her in circles--one eye on each other, one in the sky.
It:
A 747 or some such, resplendent in sliver and booming.
“Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooosh!” Its fast moving shadow sweeps over the landscape.
They:
Collapse on the grass. And laugh. And laugh. And Laugh.
I:
Smile and laugh and wish I could join them.
This:
A snapshot of how simple it all should be.
Four-ish with long black hair, pink pants and a Dora t-shirt.
“Get up! Here comes another one! Gnuuuuuuuuuuuuuew!” Arms outsrteched, spinning in circles, eyes up to the sky.
He:
A spikey blond boy in a pint-sized hoody.
“Yay, another one! WoWoWooWooWoWoooWoo!” Joining her in circles--one eye on each other, one in the sky.
It:
A 747 or some such, resplendent in sliver and booming.
“Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooosh!” Its fast moving shadow sweeps over the landscape.
They:
Collapse on the grass. And laugh. And laugh. And Laugh.
I:
Smile and laugh and wish I could join them.
This:
A snapshot of how simple it all should be.
2 comments:
You should have joined them.
Probably so. But I fear a grown man in spandex rolling on the grass with young children would be sadly misinterpreted by their parents.
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