The tintcture of time surpasses our own
bleeding through paper whose chapters we've wrought
betwixt the tint, the cream, the girls scouts; denotes
a time of childhood, and kindness galore
what moments captured amidst the vast air
of joint movements, boomhits, and clan leagues we dared
fleeting, fast, distant, yet we're not astray.
Deep in our story, the tori remains.