Always There

I feel in every girl there is a spirit,
a wild pixie,
that if let go,
would run and dance in grassy fields
until the end of the world.

And then that girl grows up,
that pixie hides,
but it’s always there,
peeking out behind old eyes
and reading glasses,
laughing, waiting,
to one day dance again.


(There are a lot of poets named “Atticus.”  I think it’s this one:  LINK)

1 Comment

  1. I want to always dancE!


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