At first she danced in round round circles

hair mussed eyes bright

and said

when I grow up

I want to be a butterfly ballerina zoologist

And then it was tip-toed zigzags

stick-carved patterns in the sand and

don't know don't care what

I'll be

I just want to grow up

Finally treading the fated ruler-traced lines

of laws and calories and taxes –

so this is now but what ever

happened to then

and life was more fun when I

walked in circles