mellow yellow
ocean beach
i miss being little
before i knew what anger, sadness, jealousy, tragedy, pain felt like
big enough to feel important
little enough not to need to
sunshine and laughter made up my days
they still do fifteen years later
with different faces and different reasons
i think i'm just as happy
i think i am
but if i could be four again
there would be no question
i would jump at the chance
to spend all day in play and pretend
and be the littlest of little all over again.
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