Stare back at me 3rd Grade boy with these same hazel colored eyes,
There you are, standing still, wondering about that little girl with brown hair,
Fresh faces forever intertwined within the image, black and white,
Frozen together from a forgotten spring day,
So I closed my eyes searching into my dark past,
And I ride a neutrino to heat up the night,
And melt the gray memories into perfect sun light,
The memories spill forth into a pool full of liquid time,
So I leap back without regret, to splash, to swim with them again,
Without ever getting wet,
We giggle, we laugh, we argue, or I nudge that pretty girl in math class,
So we sneak outside just before recess,
I snatch a dandelion from within the Kentucky bluegrass,
But Mother Nature whispered with her lilac breath,
That this puppy love bouquet can only bloom once, you see,
As each white dandelion seed head again floated away from me,
And each seed head had quickly disappeared from my sight,
And so I walked out into the current sun light,
And I pressed my wrinkled hands together staring up at the sun,
And I prayed that each seed head had found a happy home,
And I prayed that each seed head had loved, and had been loved in return,
And then, I smiled, and let that 3rd Grade boy go back to where he belonged.
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