Ten Again
Some things never skip beyond recollection,
instead, they hover in a secret closet of memories -
innocent moments when we had stopped to sniff...
both roses and skunk cabbage
just to find out how they earned their names
not sure who won
Too wimpy to become true blood brothers cuz no one
wanted to prick their finger first
Mom took away the broken antenna arms we used
as "Zorro" swords - thanks Mom, we can see better now
Out chasing fireflies - tripping through the dark
chasing light or
the backyard "tent out"...late and laughing over something
totally silly, as flashlights fought like Flash Gordon on
the tent ceiling
and parents looked out wishing they were ten again
as we do now...
Copyright © Craig Cornish | Year Posted 2018
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