Ponytail

I hugged a tree

and I was 5

and I was 13

I breathed in and I smiled

and it was then

and it is now.

The clouds move so fast sometimes.

Page after page on the calender

flip, flip, flip.

November is a car window and a rusty bike

November is bleachers

and a little hustle-

and a little -bustle

And November is harmony

and mostly air.