Ten Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

that morning, I turned nine

you were ten but believed we were fishes

skipping through the grass

the skies were cottony and green

salmon pink were my slippers that day

the tires screeched at a greek street

asperger’s was a dream

to waste our thoughts into words

let’s be colorful followers

of hare krishna from now until forever

we are nothing but sweet syrup

in the universe’s pudding of goodness

say we run barefoot on candy fields?