Sweater
I had wished-
to build a castle
and I did it,
a sandcastle,
on the islands of
dreams, under the thick
eyebrows of the sun
of yesterday,
tomorrow, and today
with my soul,
mind, and
thought,
but the waves,
of Posiedonias, rippled,
forcefully erasing
the mark of innocence
into adulthood,
yet the “I” in me was
not intimidated. Now I build
no more, not of castles,
nor of fortresses,
but I do weave
and right now, I am weaving
this sweater of
tropical words,
for you,
to wear, someday.
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