What the Eye Sees the Heart Cannot Forget
Secrets,
now memories,
piggybacked through summer.
On handlebars, calloused fingers
steered dirt bikes to an emerald kingdom.
Two boys, on tree stump thrones, ruled worms
unearthed with splendid crowns
of sundrenched leaves,
carefree.
Written 2/27/17
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2017
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