Untitled by Arlene Potter

Untitled

by Arlene Potter

Life was beautiful then -

Clothing ourselves with strips of

sunlight, billeting thru forest trees

We drank sweet sea foam from

magic tulip cups

And played the games of the

wind and crisp leaves

Nights were soft and mysterious

like moss and toadstools

Taking us from the delightful

unreal to the delightfully unreal.

Then we turned 10 -