My Madison

For a moment
there was a giant
named Scrambled Eggs
running across campus,
hiding behind trees.

And then for awhile
you grinned at the old lady
on the bus
across from us,
who smiled back
and asked your age.

"Four and a half,"
emphasis on the half.

You collected rocks,
flowers and bark
on the way home
for a potion you wanted to make
in the afternoon.

And we stopped to admire
three friendly brown dogs,
five crows,
and pick two dandelions
for wishes.

I blew mine
and silently hoped
I could capture this day.