{"id":66920,"date":"2020-06-27T15:52:05","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T19:52:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=66920"},"modified":"2020-06-27T16:07:01","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T20:07:01","slug":"season-of-friendship-prompt-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/season-of-friendship-prompt-7\/","title":{"rendered":"Season of Friendship- Prompt 7"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I remember a time when<\/div>\n
We waded in the creek<\/div>\n
digging for the smoothest rocks<\/div>\n
nestled in the murky sand below<\/div>\n
the ones that leaked red and blue and green<\/div>\n
We would drag them on our cheeks<\/div>\n
and arms to decorate our bodies<\/div>\n
with muddy war paint.<\/div>\n
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We would play in the field<\/div>\n
And grab handfuls of dandelions.<\/div>\n
I would put them in your hair and<\/div>\n
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Your’s in mine.<\/div>\n
We’d blow the seeds as far as we could.<\/div>\n
And summer would last forever<\/div>\n
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“it only takes one seed<\/div>\n
To make at least a hundred more flowers”, I told you once<\/div>\n
but you didn’t believe me.<\/div>\n
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We soaked in the sun and ate popsicles<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
My legs had hair already and yours were still bare.<\/div>\n
Both of our feet looked the same<\/div>\n
ruddy with blisters, cuts and mosquito bites.<\/div>\n
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Years later it was summer again<\/div>\n
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but your eyes had long frozen over<\/div>\n
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I held dandelions tall and wispy<\/div>\n
Beneath your lips , but you turned away<\/div>\n
That stuff is childish, you said<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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