Reminiscing

Her face covered in jam

The red soaked into the shirt

Sticking to thicket and pulling

On aging leaves, orange with sunshine

Fingers gripping the tin lunch box

Swinging lazily over the earth

She stops

The path ends in a clearing

Of filtered light and dust that

Floats like fireflies dancing

Water jumps from beaten stone

Into millions of shards of diamond

Caught by pine needles reaching down

She runs

Kicking up the untouched soil

Lunch box drumming wildly

Against chicken legs in shorts

Cool air rushes past tan skin

Squirming toes tap coursing water

Wiggling like fat little minnows

She laughs

The silence dissipates into memory

Curls as tight as wood shavings

Bouncing uncontrollably

Birds play Red Rover in the sky

The fountain of youth spilled

Out happiness that day

As I watched