You fooled me.
Your sister’s, sister?
No one noticed when she fell
A white picket fence keeps
I feel your wings.
You flutter toward the barn
passing the statue of the
Blessed Virgin Mary.
We dash to skip over holes
in the floor of the barn.
You grab my hand
we skip over light; reflections
on a wide plank floor.
You grab my hand, and together
we run to the hillside –
we roll into a ball and tumble
“head over heals,” Grandmother said
on over grown grass.
We roll over clover and our toes tangle
we roll near apples left beneath the apple
I hear you laugh –
your tears roll down your face
you’re laughing so hard
you bend to catch your breath.
Your chin captures yellow of a butter cup,
and again – the wings of a white butterfly
leads me to the white picket fence.
The slope disappears.
The apple tree, a twig.
And your face
appears in murky water.
Your laughter still surrounds me.
A stone is tossed, and circles swirl over,
My eyes close as if captured by the
and you were gone.
A yellow eye – inside a white daisy
asked me to dance.
We are leaping across summer grass
near tall weeds and wild flowers.
A dance ends – so,
I snap your stem to take you home.