hopscotch

do you remember those
endless days in august
filled with bubble-blowing
and rope-jumping?

or the evenings spent
fishing for fireflies
in the grass you said
always tickled your ankles?

all this was so much simpler then.
wanting nothing more
than a sleepover
and a meteor shower.

we were content
with a trip to the swingset
and tea in the treehouse.

but long gone are the
early morning hours of
pigtails and pancakes.

we're grownups now.
and though we've abandoned
our barbies and jewels,
we have yet to trade in
our pink sparkly two-seaters
for real ones.

i miss those years
when our destination
for comprehension
was just older.

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