I see you an inch at a time,
Filling the spaces left in the fence.
Glints of gaudy, plastic jewels,
Sun-soaked strands left behind in your wake,
The bright, berry-red of a newly-scraped knee.
I’ve not seen your face,
But I see it in sounds coming over the fence,
Humming while filling your teapot with dirt,
Calling to friends that you know you...
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