cool air and red and orange leafed trees line the streets
yellow crackly leaves piled by the soft wind along the curb
my dress slides open in the front and I blush and worry that someone may have noticed
zoe's nails are painted pale pink with a tiny white flower on one
she is bright eyed and holds up three fingers when I ask how old she is
her shoes are silver and covered in sparkles and so is her grey dress
she sits on the tabletop and laughs and plays with her mom
their eyes locked together hands clapping twice and then meeting each others
no one has asked and i tell myself they are just trying to be polite
maybe they don't know
easy to watch float through lose track of where i am
where we are
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