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One single ladybug
upon the petals pink. 

Enough to thrill me,
unwrap my childhood glee,
take me back to
pure and natural naïvety; 

my hair wrapped up
atop my head messily, 
but I feel it fall
into playful pigtails
and hear my childhood
call, giggling. 

I am such a nature freak,
perhaps geek.
Probably both. 

But it’s been seven years
since I’ve seen one of these,
after having moved to the South.

What a special surprise!
What could I find
to read in the sign?… 

Poem and images ©LauraDenise