if we were friends at age seven
we'd sit on a stoop
our fingers laced
i'd be pigeon toed
your heels would touch
we'd name stars
and make faces
with the clouds
i'd say: can the stars hear us?
you'd say: if we scream loud enough?!
in our bubble
we'd hear
our echoes
and giggle
you'd say: can the clouds see us?
i'd say: only if we close our eyes
we'd turn blindly to the sky
then to one another
shrink
our chins
and through
our reddened
faces
we'd be friends
Saturday, April 30, 2011
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