by Lathe Bawcum

I sit, as the sun licks the horizon
smiling into the distance
without care
my sister by my side, we absorb it all

The trees
gorgeous view off into beyond

For a moment
a single moment
the world is perfect

No angry friend
no parents mad at undone chores
no promises to keep.
once again I am a little kid

And the world is perfect.

But it disappears

and drama comes back
responsibilities dock in the harbor
and I remember one very important thing.

The world can not be what we most want it to be.

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