For just one night

February 5, 2008
By ashley tedeso, Bloomington-Normal, IL

While they all talk to me
and laugh with me
and surround me with love and comfort, I sit and I think about the night at the park
when we layed in the wet grass
and made shapes out of the clouds.
You could never see the shapes I saw and I could never see the dragons you saw.
I think about how we looked up at the clouds in the sky
and imagined people sitting up on them, with their legs dangling off,
watching us watch them,
imagining us imagining them.

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