Tagged: childhood

we rode down city

we rode down city
streets in dad’s scooter, not old
enough to be scared,

yet confident enough to place
our trust in dad to keep us safe
.
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even in childhood,

even in childhood,
we never found the bridge that
connected summer

to fall – perhaps someone did
and rightly boarded it up
.
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in the backyard of

perhaps the trees of

perhaps the trees of
our childhood are imprinted
in our memories

in an ageless reflection,
determined, yet fallible
.
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perhaps time does not

perhaps time does not
only steal away our child-
hood
– maybe it is

more sinister, offering
us everything twice-stolen
.
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maybe sixty-point-

maybe sixty-point-
eight percent of humans have
fond memories of

a tree from their childhood or
adulthood – always looking up
.
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back before we knew

back before we knew
how to trade, it was a box
of runts for ten
minutes on the inflatable
float. it is questionable
if we’ve learned
anything, grew out
of our childish ways
.
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we are always a

we are always a
dirt pile away from childhood
memories – slipping
.
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tucked into the corn

tucked into the corn
field are kernels of your child-
hood – i am all ears
.
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our childhood backyards

our childhood backyards
present a kaleidoscope of
possibilities –

we are as lucky as we
imagine ourselves to be
.
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