walking barefoot on asphalt
heels in hand
bag over shoulder
shades over bright eyes that
glisten with the water at the edge of the pier
stepping on small stones
remembering milestones
recall collecting round stones
to fill dress pockets with to weigh down my side of the see-saw
at Tallman park
those swings seemed smaller then
when
i was smaller, too.
i still have small feet
big dreams
bright eyes
and the swings still carry me into the air
just as high as before but this time i understand why it feels so right
to fly
because we do it all the time.
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