At Twelve

There they are on the dance floor, she

at five foot nine,

the tallest girl

in her sixth grade

class, and he, at four eleven,

the shortest boy,

both enjoying 

the music and 

each other.  I rejoice at their 

ease, innocence 

and pleasure.  I

know they’re still free.

                                                      JDG

One comment on “At Twelve

  1. This is lovely–still free–I can barely remember, but it’s nice to be reminded it’s still out there. Your pupil and friend, ER

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