Without Complications
i remember us running
with nets in tiny hands
through fields of daisies
the old jalopy hidden within
near that old weathered barn
its faded red color
almost looked brown
in the distance
oh the innocence
and laughter of children
with butterflies
and fireflies in jars
their soft light
flickering
from bedside tables
sometimes i stop
at the edge of the fields
and watch the butterflies
in the folds of daises
just to feel you near
July 9, 2019
Old Jalopy Contest
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2019
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