Having Left

The leaves in the street

Scamper in the wind,

And sound like tiny feet.

I wade in grass,

Doing the normal chores

Since a while back

The chores normal kids do,

In a place that feels

So deliciously new.

It's so bright here, green,

Without worry for what

Fearful days bring;

Questions like that

Exist lesser so now.

It's that, in fact

Why I like these chores,

So tedious and long...

I'm doing chores that normal kids do.