I remember a memory from my childhood

That's precious these days

Dragonflies and bean curds come to mind

That's my filing system

I know it doesn't make sense now

But at seven years old it did

I feel the drops of coarse whispy rain

Steady enough not be a drizzle

The wind has something to do with that

I search the yard wild eyes

Breathing like a dragon

Heavy

I see the perfect leaf and scoop it up like a proud captain

It only took two drooping wet pony tails and one soaked sock

The other was under my pants leg and I didn't care they were mix matched

Without abandon I run to the gutter now gushing like a raging sea

Dragonflies and bean curds is how I resurfaced this memory

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