The child calls, sweetly, softly let’s go, please, I’m asking quietly the woman shaking her head, says no, I must finish. The child calls, yearning, longing let’s play, I have something important to show you, and I have something important to say the woman, furrowed brow replies no, not today. The child calls, isn’t it […]
Ten, Again by Kim Valzania
When she rides her bike she feels ten, again Wind in her hair, racing down the street, switching the gears On her bike she has no bills, or worries, or fears She does not feel her ascending years And happiness is the sound of pedals whipping ’round, and wheels to the ground, and is found and found (and found again) in moments […]