so I would hide..
my own way
in the woods
with a book or
nothing at all
and imagine storybook worlds
even though it was already
enchanted.. oh, it was
for a little girl who lived in the city
and hardly ever left the apartment
suddenly having a creek in the backyard
and trees
gnarled and twisting to the sky
in the summer all there was overhead
were leaves.. green and shadowy
and cool
and wading in the brown slippery water
of the ice-cold creek
up to my ankles in old sneakers
deep water almost got up to my knees
and I could forget
everything..
and feel at peace

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