because it brings such a memory like light in crystals.
she.
bleary eyed having just woken up.
sister says shes running around the campground.
child-laugh permeating morning mist.
pancakes on the griddle.
cut up fruit on paper plates.
running legs light like feathers.
there are others across the pebble path.
just like her.
jelly shoes.
dirty fingernails that wont be trimmed.
best friends melded in ten minutes.
that kind of freedom.
all because of her little cotton shorts with dolphins jumping.
all because of the soft three quarter length sleeved shirt with horses printed on.
purple sleeves past elbows.
terry grey.
terry grey.
scalloped at the waist.
(she slept in it).
then she woke up bleary eyed.
and all of this started.
all because of those sweet messy yellow braids.
that body light as joy.
the stallions running across.
we know it like it was us.
we used to eat cereal dry right from the box.
