Girl

Poetry

A little girl clamors down the street
her small feet slapping wet pavement
a tiny blur of pink as she passes

I am too old to run like that
I think sadly
as the trees nod, “yes, yes.”

Thanks for reading. I’m Larissa, writing poetry, lists, and stories about my life. Stay tuned for more news on the fiction serial I will be posting with the lovely Channillo.
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