An ocean of green beneath him

He soaks up the sun

Joyful he crawls and twists smelling his surroundings


Ducks and geese momentarily catch his attention

But they are no match for freedom

Or little twigs on the ground

Or pinecones


I call his name and he runs in the opposite direction

Glancing back every few steps to make sure I’m not gaining ground



Look back



Look back


I stare


Remembering that once

Not so long ago

I too ran away from my name

Thoroughly enjoying the sun


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