To start a new poem,

It was the day we laughed so hard
we made the irises bloom

I was five
it was cool

we were running like cats
a game of hide and seek
happiness all balled up in our hands
shooting out of us in shrieks and bellows

I’m a tiger
she declared

and I decided I was too

a fearless tiger
with nothing to do
but chase the wind

they say it whips you in the face
but this isn’t how it works
if you run hard enough
the wind bores right into you

I don’t remember anything else
except the smell of the ocean
sweet as ice cream

the wind carried the rest away.