There I was
Thirteen years old
in Lightning Lake
A basin of sparkling water
and sand for a ground to sink your feet into.
Indulged by the round black tent, just like a circus kind
is covered with a thousand stellar, glistening rhinestones
and shiny, white strokes that appear for a second
The moon, beautiful as a pearl from oyster shells
took me away from my family and cousins,
I was at peace.
Indulged by the black and blue sky and the huge
reflective mirror above
was shaped as a globe.
and we are the vivacious, non-plastic dolls.
