5th Grade all over Again - June 11, 2024

Gary Hunter
Jun 11, 2024
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leaving poetry class with two friends

we banter and chitchat an awful

joke mixes with a zinger’s bullseye

shrugged with a shoulder bump

giddy I make a face and get

the rolled-eye giggles

like we’re in the 5th grade

someone says Lunch next Wednesday

we do thumbs and I turn to go

suddenly a buoyancy

as my feet challenge gravity

I can hardly feel the ground

as I walk away

it’s happiness acting

like a soap bubble

a little round rainbow

floating in the sun

above the sharp

edges of the world

enjoying its short

bouncy life

for as long as it can

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