Saturday, November 15, 2008

Blueberry Afternoon

I was the little girl on that swing. And you were the dirt that I kicked up at every descent.

You dislodged from the earth and fanned out into the sky before falling onto my body in motion.

I squished you between my toes.

You were stuck beneath my fingernails, streaked across my face, and smeared across my palms.

I was dirty. I was happy.

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