Just a little girl
making mud pies
on a board
she found in the garage,
fishing in the street drain
with a paperclip
on a string.
Just a little girl
pushing her doll in a buggy
singing a church song
breathing the words.
skipping rope
with the girl next door.
Just a little girl
sitting on the porch
spitting sunflower seeds
trying to whistle
with her fingers
catching fireflies.
In yesterday's lace
wearing pigtails
tied with yarn
she chases
the last ray
of sunshine.
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