we ran out into the field of green grass
with small white flowers that were
scattered everywhere like stars on a summer sky,

tripping with laughter,

in bare feet and yellow sun dresses
that our mother made on grandma’s
sewing machine.

you said, i can fly!

and i said, show me!

we ran some more, until our legs gave out,
and we bumped into each other like blind butterflies.

we laid down in a patch of grass
that crunched beneath our bodies,
turned onto our backs,
held each other’s hands,

and flew.