Saturday, July 16, 2022

Childhood

they made puppets 
of purple snapdragons
mesmerizing the child
whose clumsy fingers
broke the delicate petals
they would never try again

it rained all summer
his hair was a black river
through the mud
his head on the sidewalk
to hear the storms fingers
stab the earth

summer evenings on the porch
the horizon pink and orange
his children laugh running
chasing fireflies
as he braids dandelions
to crown them

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