The curls grew longer
Thicker
Escaping in the wind
She whispers to the dog next door
“I’ll be back tomorrow”
She likes her pizza
Sunnyside up
Her smile
To brighten the galaxy
Those curls never go far
Because they are apart
Of something radiant —
A little girl
With the future under her feet
She’ll walk a mile
Then sprint the rest
Curls tied tight to her skull