A Lot To Giveaway
…….a lot to giveaway
Nothing is sweeter than restored faith,
as too, the restored hotplate, the crashed computer
now renewed by the turn of a screw.
The electrician, the technician who overthrew such
arrogant technology, and me faithless, yet
I remember, time standing still, eternal,
Summer’s afternoons, in boarding school
left with only paper, scissors and glue and
the enchanted worlds that grew
Childhood is a lot,
too much to giveaway for this
complicated adulthood, never to find that child
the little lost pilgrim –
her inventive-ness.
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