Monday, April 2, 2012

those of us


The games we played as children
make-believe moonlight & the open prairie plains
meadowlarks marked our orange poppy morning 
as
we splashed in grey streets flooded with April's rain

Red rover, red rover . . . send childhood right over
hide-n-seek under indigo twilight sky
time stands poised & ready to accelerate the passage
as 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 caves of brown cardboard
as
we hold our crystal-story thread ....

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