I want your freckled cheeks and blond eyelashes

and I want your flying hair

and I want your careful words that start tumbling fast,

woven together,

please

so I can wrap myself up

and remind myself of happy.

They said to think about who you are

And who you want to be

After camp

And I thought

What if I don’t know

The changes I want to happen to me?

What if change

Is best

Faced like the wind

I hope that our legacy is our effort to love, that it is the times we held umbrellas above other peoples heads and shared whatever food we had and pointed out the stars.