Tiny hands
folding newspaper boats,
stream running,
wind blowing,
sun’s reflection flashing brightly,
rosy cheeks
Tiny hands
pitter-pattering into the stream,
Tiny hands setting in newspaper boats,
lungs breathing in cold air,
exhilerating
Tiny hands
zipping up hoodies,
splashes and plunks
Tiny hands,
let’s build a raft
like Tom Sawyer
and
Huck Finn