Coco

We hit the pinata

With so much joy

And so much laughter

Like we’re little again.

We pile onto the hammock

Like we’ve always done

A gentle summer wind 

blows

Waking me from my

Silent

Sleep.

I feel small

Cracks

And hear small

Pops 

In my body. A 

Satisfying

Sensation

I rode

Down your street

The other day.

It’s always

Going to be

Your street,

Even though