Cul de sac to the vacant lot
Minnesota Wheat grasses over my head
Their smell keeps me alive
Tom’s bike was purple
His bus arrived after Sesame Street
My mom caught a bumble bee by the wings
She parted my hair down the middle
High fly-aways secured with plastic colored barrettes
Encapsulated in my car cab
Crying driving through Kentucky snow March a year ago
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