The little girl sat in her swing
blond curls the way they are before
you grow up the everywhere I don't care
it looks like my hair was woven from sunlight
a throne for a flower crown.
The other little girl lay on her stomach
jumpsuits with stripes from before
we grew up legs kicking back and forth like swimming like she could forever.
Barefoot
bright eyed
border separated
they didn't know
about the guys who told them who's land was who's.
Never really knew land belonged
to anyone but the trees
who's roots fed off the soil
one girl told the other
It doesn't have to
she said back.
Barefoot
bright eyed
borders didn't matter anymore
they ran with their flower crowns and swords of sticks
between caves and picked mushrooms and watched fish.
Papa why does she have to stay
over there
where the flowers are more purple?
Mum why does she have to stay
over there
where there are more fish in the river?
It doesn't have to be.
The girls promised
We wish it didn't have to be
The parents' echos
weren't echos
they were edited the girls wished life
were best friends running
through the world
together
It could be.
Posted in response to the challenge Hello Neighbors.
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