Poetry of Issue #8        Page 65

ELLA AND BEA FIND EACH OTHER

Clambering around rungs on the jungle gym,
two little girls who’ve never met
draw closer as if pulled by gravity.
They are both petite with long, silky hair.
And both wear dresses—
girlie girls who like to climb.
I hear one say, “I’m the oldest.”
Now they look not at the monkey bars,
but at each other,
uttering little sentences with bright eyes.
Like butterflies flitting over the same blossom.