Red Heads
unraveling back,
backwards unraveled.
into the backyard running
with the backbone buried.
running upright in a pair of
floppy tounged sneakers.
koolaid stained lips smiling
jumping over the mudpuddles.
splashing into the mud
my clay child running
with shoelaces untied.
unraveling back twenty five
years watching a little red head
running around.
the yard is different but the hair is the same.
Copyright © Nathan Martin | Year Posted 2012
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