I

I am smoke from a discarded cigarette.

I am a dogeared page in an obscure novel.

I am rain on the ocean.

I want to be a sunbeam dancing in a glass of pink lemonade.

I want to be a tall pine's love whisper to the silvery moon.

I want to be a baby's first smile.

I am the dark side of the moon.

I am a blank cartridge.

I am a penny on a train track, waiting.

I want to be yeast bread rising in a warm place.

I want to be newly poured concrete growing firm.

I want to be a toddler's prayer.

I am a schoolyard after recess.

I am a Saturday matinee.

I am mist dying in the mourning sun.

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