Where whispers have yet to find a home
The air smells different today, I think
Lighter, even while excess weighs down
We begin to own the earth again
Bones take coaxing to creak come morning
No longer a child - don't want to be
Even so, I'll dress bright as I like
Just like the tween discovering her point
And I'll eat the gummy vitamins
Paid for with the hard-earned cash derived by
My very grown-up office job
While I am barefoot come lunchtime
And I'll decide if my verse shall rhyme.
