An instant poem.

It was the day we laughed so hard 
we made the peonies bloom 

I was seven 
it was sparkling 

we were running like ponies 
a game of tag 
happiness all balled up in our hearts 
shooting out of us in shrieks and bellows 

I’m a butterfly
she declared 

and I decided I was too 

a curious butterfly 
with nothing to do 
but chase the wind 

they say it whips you in the face 
but this isn’t how it works 
if you run hard enough 
the wind bores right into you 

I don’t remember anything else 
except the smell of the grass 
sweet as strawberry tarts 

the wind carried the rest away.

– done with the instant poem button on Bentlily