Monday, April 2, 2012

those of us

The games we played as children
moonlight make-believe on golden prairie plains
meadowlarks marked our orange poppy mornings
splashing in streets flooded with April's rain

Red rover, red rover--send childhood right over
hide-n-seek under an indigo sky
time poised--ready to accelerate the passage
skin breaks open at every bluejay's cry

We tame our world in connect-the-dot cotton
love poured surely into radio flyers red
ponies live in corrals of brown cardboard
tenderly holding our crystal-story thread

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