Yesterday I saw 2 young boys walking along a busy road
They stopped to look through a wire fence into someone’s backyard
And one reached down where the yard met the sidewalk
And picked a dandelion
The other boy turned to leave
But the one with the dandelion reached out and tapped his shoulder
Staying right where he was
The flower so gently in his hand
He stretched out his arm, handing it off to the other boy
Who smiled and to the stem with his thumb and index finger
I watched it go from one small hand to another
If either one said anything
it was hidden by the cars and buses driving by not 5 feet from them

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Sitting at a red light, I watched a white Lamborghini come speeding around the corner with a black motorcycle, the driver clad in all black too, racing after it. I was sitting in my Honda CR-V, mildew growing on the weatherstripping. I felt covered in moss, too; another dynamic duo of sorts. The moss is a reminder that this body is a place to grow, but right now, I am sick of growing. I thought about what I would give to feel the air rushing over my skin; my hair behind me, like a chemtrail, and any piece of me that is not mine, ripped off and left to the wayside. A lot. I would give a lot. But right now, I have to sit at red lights, and watch motorcycles chase Lamborghinis.

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Looking at the sky
I realize that I have not paid nearly enough attention to it over the years
Has it ever been this shade of blue before?
Have I ever seen this shade of blue before?
Have I ever felt this shade of blue before?

And now I am realizing
I have not paid nearly enough attention to anything
But if I close my eyes
I can remember the feeling
Of the sun kissing my skin
After months of hiding
Of warmth from concrete seeping
Into the bones that feel like dust under my skin now

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