Spongy grass reminds me of everything.
The smell of sun lit air.
The taste of mud pie made under the oaks of my front yard.
The swirls and whirls of each individual toe print left on hot cement.
My brown, brown skin.
Sprinklers.
Cut bits of green sticking to my ankles
until coming to their watery end in the skimmers of the pool.
My playground.
My land of adventure where I was a mermaid.
Always in distress.
And always rescued by
Autsin.
My neighbor. My buddy. My comrade of
Imagination.
We were dogs, ninjas, jungle swingers, married.
We only quarreled when I tried-and succeeded-to be the boss.
I’ve always wanted the power.
Now that I have it, I can’t give it back.
All I can do is try to forget my summers of freedom
And that spongy, green grass.
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