legs swinging from
the top of the low wall
we make diamonds in the pavement
and i watch the sky
for clouds that look like mountains
and feel that there is no wind-
our movements hang
like silt underwater and
the sun in its stillness
casts golden motes
on the tips of our brown feet.
it is because you are a safe place
that i tell you about
the tiny things i see.
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