It is as pure and simple as skipping down the dock
Under the warm and gentle sun
With the water dancing to the music
Of the sea gulls overhead
And the breeze teasing my hair out of its ponytail
So that it shimmers like the silk of a spider’s web
Ready to catch both moths and butterflies.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
calephchad
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