by Lawrence J. J. Leonard
Down the street and up the western hill
A girl I know blithely dances on her fresh-cut lawn
With a blissful feeling of liberty and unimpeded grace
No matter how many times her mother calls her inside.
My vivid memory of her is forever locked
In that world of teenaged hopes and self-inflicted fears despite
Lessons on how to be upstanding but caring with
Little care of life’s inevitable cliques and subtle cruelties.
Every pirouette and flowing hand gesture she expresses
Raps the young man I was to a place of joy I used to know.
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