she floated up the brick steps to me.
‘daddy!’ she called, smiling –
the afternoon air thick with sweet magnolia.
i knelt down and received her with a smacking of lips.
‘how was your day?’ i asked.
‘awesome,’ she said. ‘let’s have popsicles.’
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May 31, 2011
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