by Marissa Bell Toffoli.
Bubbles on the wind
catch the sunlight.
Her feet barely
touch the ground, blur.
Flight of laughter
down the block.
I can hardly bear
to watch her
landing miracles.
One, two, three. Stop.
Step. Lavender, mint,
daffodils, and dandelions.
Run, jump, clap.
Sunburst bubble pop.
Spin. Home again,
home again,
day tripper.
Hopscotch
jazz.