gray dragons crisscrossing
the grassy world, and
the sound of wind playing peacefully in the green,
drawing its heated breath across me
a line in the sand where once I stood

I remember the roar of traffic,
a single car like a
whirlwind on that empty road

I remember the endless days,
flipping like notebook pages in a dusty wind
every time a new adventure, a new challenge ultimately
as insignificant as the one before it

I remember those days
and even now, I miss them.