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
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,