chalk house and a hundred yards of yards
my imagination as a child
was stunted
blown full of smoke
a chimney later in life i stood
still
waiting to fall
love comes from the east and flies overhead for eleven hours
and i still cannot stand june
i still am still
am waiting until noon arrives
the suffixes i attach to everything are
in chalk
dimensions and colors and scale do not matter
chalk house
walked on by grown ups my whole young life
My childhood Still as still & Yard of yards too ! :
Clotheslined
I went for a walk today
through my childhood and yours
I can still hear it echoing
over yards through the chill
nineteen thousand yesterdays of time
still stands still
I thought I'd never see you again
porched rhymes of whisper
freezing alleys of winter
back-grounded memory of
grapevines, trees you can't climb,
windows looked through from the other side
As tall as I remembered--
despite a shorter perspective--
spinning bars, rounded railing tops
a playground of time
ramped dangerously in concrete
I believe I cried
with so much sliding by
painfully, everyday throws so much away
Though less is more
there's still is always so much stuff out back.
Comments
these are both so good
and so true
"what a long, strange trip it's been"