In my dreams, the girls would tease,
laughing as their weightless buoyant bodies
would take wing, achieving flight
as they skipped in a circle faster and faster,
holding hands with their pockets full of posies,
their feet getting lighter and higher
toes gently scraping the ground until
the wind held them suspended above the earth,
their dimpled cheeks curved upwards
as the cupid mouths screamed “Catch up!”
and even though I threw my body into the air
I knew I never would.

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