shadows imbue
her wild eyes
her brown hair
don’t underestimate
divinely determined
scampering
strong steps
her fired up soul
her bare soft feet
her galaxy mind
terrified firsts
chilled glassy gravel
90 laps ought to do
resolved
for you
for sentience
for Mason
for Grace
do you not
understand
many souls
live this
existence
every night
she managed 3
a piece embedded
in her heel
a companion on lap 1
a keepsake for
her heart and soul