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Nostalgia
You remember the good old days?
 
 When we ran and ran further until out of breath
 Full of life, panting-sweating
 Falling; for gravity was a friend
 The earth a next door neighbor
 Climbing on trees and through bushes
 Scraping knees and picking berries
 The cherry tree in front of 
 my house seemed to be mine
 Yes mine alone!
 Yet I shared with my brothers and my brother’s friends and some neighbors and their neighbors as well
 Playing with cats – who would think they were dirty?!
 Playing with leaves and playing with snow
 Getting wet and getting cold, I’d go numb
 We went home laughing out loud
 Showing off our teeth and candy-dyed tongues
 Swirling and stomping and slipping in slippers awaiting my frosty feet
 Hot cocoa in cups I could barley hold
 Burning my taste buddys 
 and the walls of my throat
 Fulfilling
 My heart dancing waiting to race
 Again and again
 Playing with food and blankets
 Annoying my brothers … 
 (get out, this is our room!)
 Crying out loud
 To savor some candy
 Again and again
 If I shared, they would let me back in.
 I would save my allowance to buy the world – ICE CREAM,
 Dripping on my hands - sticking to my pants - being scolded by mum.
 Again and again
 Getting excited by some frog crossing the street
 And apples falling in my hands
 And clouds looking like clouds….
 I went to bed 
 in an apocalyptic protest _
 The day never had enough hours
 And I slept and dreamt
 Fulfilling
 Waking up my eyelashes became wings
 Ready to carry my eyes
 To see my world
 My cherry tree out doors
 And I jumped out of bed, 
 like that frog from that street
 Exciting myself and living
 Reliving
 Again and again
 
 
 You remember those good old days?

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