It's Still Life

Back When

back in the day when I wore pink gingham dresses and my cotton socks were lace trimmed, and my world seemed delightfully old as a smothering summer of wallflowers and big willows and poplars and broad brimmed sun-hats. back then when I was seven, or maybe it was eight, and I didn’t know about poverty or hunger or hate, and I never asked for anything except to run free in the forest. back then I was a different girl.

summer set us free
cold rain sticking in our throats
I’m a house of old souls

written for dVerse Poets: Haibun Monday #30