Well

Chip McFlennigan

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rollings

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mysticweed

Half Full wrote:

johnny america wrote:

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.

Christmas 2010

these are both so good
and so true