A tacklehug
Running out to greet friends.
The feathery-light feeling
Of my friends' fingers at my waist, shoulders,
All grasping for some sort of an embrace.
A giant group hug
Bear hugs, too
Running and leaping and laughing.
A tap on the hand,
Asking for permission
Going a little beyond
Friendship
Scooting closer
Leaning in
Holding hands.
Arms around shoulders,
Elbows hooked,
A giant spinny circle
Where we always fall down.
Human touch is an incredible thing
And I cherish it.
I'm walking on a balance beam
I knew this would happen.
We all work so hard for this
You do too
We try to include everything
Every article
Every story
We can't
We have page limits.
I used to love fall
nostalgia, pretty leaves
now time flies faster.
I used to have friends who visited my house
just to say hi
who biked by
without a trace of jealousy of any boys I liked
I had rice and bean soup for dinner
the rice was swirling in the broth
there was a single bean in my spoon
and just as I thought
I am the bean
the bean sunk beneath the surface.
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