Frolick

My mind is so wavey…

My thoughts are just mini versions of myself

That were allowed outside after dark.

Streetlights stipple the pavement

And my micro-mes play hopscotch.

Returning indoors is always like

A guessing game of inspiration

Because their little hands are stained

With colorful chalk dust and tiny beads of sweat.

Palms up, investigating the hued story

Of their great adventures

Is so super wavey.

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