glass on red ground glints
bare feet running through grass blades
bare feet running through grass blades
the sand was dirt filtered through a screen
we picked berries from bushes on the bank
nevermind the nettles
bloody scratches were just the price you paid
for sweetness
nails crisscrossed in a mosquito bite
the air all honeysuckle and leaf rot
lawn clippings mouldering by
the rock pile snake den
there was never any fear
because there was never any danger
only in leaving
were we lost in the woods
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