i remember that time
when we were relishing those summer days together
i was six and you were eleven
me just starting my school journey
and you just leaving for the next school up
but those precious early summer days
where we had nothing better to do
than lie on the grass and make pictures in the clouds
eating popsicles and grass-staining our dresses
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"that one looks like a horse!"
i would point
but then it would change in the wind
and you would say that it looked more like a bugler
standing atop a cloud declaring some royal announcement
then i would playfully argue that that was not right
it looked more like a fish blowing bubbles
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as the wind disintegrated the old cloud
blowing it to wisps behind the trees
we would pick a new cloud
and play the game again
until hunger drove us into the house for lunch
*
my favorite parts were when the moon became a part of a picture
like the water drop a mermaid made
or a slice of cheese an ogre reached for
there was also the time when airplanes drew clouds across the sky
and made staffs for wizards
and jump ropes for dryads
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but now that you're fourteen and i'm nine
you left me alone in the grass
to instead pursue makeup and popularity
and maybe a boyfriend even though mom wouldn't allow it
i'm stuck as a child with my dreams of fantasy
and you try to be 'grown-up'
but all i want to do with you once more
is make some pictures out of clouds
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