There

For a moment I was there
Breathing the same air
And my feet stood locked
Like porridge on the rooftop

Thick and full of bugs
The memory it tugs
Racing through the woods
Jumping creeks like cheetah

Swaying back and forth
Such a precipitous fall
Mesmerized by movement
A secret that no body knows

The sweetest of mercy pure
While something mixed with sugar
And they looked at us
Like loving uncles and aunts

Treasures worth no money
but treasures none the less
Sitting shiny in shoeboxes
Like Moms finest Sunday silver

Stuck to you like winter cold
And the smell of damp earth
While we stood laughing at her
With all the joy of birth

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