by Richard Vince
In a few short years, that mousy,
Curly hair will be tainted by
Hair dye and straighteners, and
That laughter of unfettered joy
Will hide behind cool detachment.
For now, though, she is uncompromisingly
Unguardedly her, wide eyes gazing in
Wonder even when there is nothing to see.
When the follies of feigned adulthood
Are seen for what they are, I hope
That this youthfulness, this
Vibrance, will still live in her heart
And will need nothing more than
The world around her to reawaken it.
(The lights dance as we make our way
Home in the dark. Will she
Remember them as I do?)
Posted on 12/29/2012
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