Youthful Memories
Ducks quack and waddle toward us, grabbing food
from your tiny outstretched hands
Bread crumbs fall onto dusty Earth; they eat.
You run toward the cedar box
kicking chips, and sit
on metal swing
“Jess, push me.”
hair flaps behind
and giggles
fill us
joy.
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