Ten Again

Some things never skip beyond recollection, instead, they hover in a secret closet of memories - innocent moments when we had stopped to sniff... both roses and skunk cabbage just to find out how they earned their names not sure who won Too wimpy to become true blood brothers cuz no one wanted to prick their finger first Mom took away the broken antenna arms we used as "Zorro" swords - thanks Mom, we can see better now Out chasing fireflies - tripping through the dark chasing light or the backyard "tent out"...late and laughing over something totally silly, as flashlights fought like Flash Gordon on the tent ceiling and parents looked out wishing they were ten again as we do now...