Living Vicariously Today
The golden is pulling her down the street
She is flying behind him, but is still not fast enough.
Her feet lightly hit the ground every once in a while.
I watch them go, feeling their joy.
Wishing I was one of them today.
Remembering what being young and thin felt like.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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