Found on A Forgotten Scrap of Paper

It feels like it did those days at Fox Run
During recess when rain was about to fall.
Grey sky, vivid grass, a breeze.
The smell of drops on their way
And the nervous thrill of youth
Tempered by inner reflection.

I feel like I did back then.
The same elementary-schooler yet
Taller, better music, bigger goals.
But when I stop thinking and just be
At the root of it, I am still 10
Reveling in a breeze.


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