9.5.11

For Kayla

Do you recall the feeling of feeling small?
When even the hands of time were smaller than mine?
When the thistles scraped our ankles
...As we ran through the fields behind Panacake's Barn
Do you look back on?

Do you recall the horses, the spotted white one
Was your favorite--and I thought it was a stallion
Can you recall the untamed woods behind our yard
And charting our trails as Lewis and Clark?

I can