Almost
Heather Dyer
The wind
stands
back-to-back
with her;
her “Winnie-the-Pooh” dress
pleated out around her like a
muffin cup.
Her hair
stretches out behind her like a
black cape as
She runs
to the jungle gym.
The other girls clot
together, a set of
cool eyes.
She wants to tell them
she can hang by her
Knees
and ride a two-wheeler--
They leave her,
hanging by her Knees from the
chipped metal bars,
her black hair
almost
touching the ground.
