Pebbles
there are many times when i find myself
barefoot in my backyard walking through
the grass with no shoes on
and i can smell the neighbors burning
their morning waffles into hard pieces of rock
because their waffle maker has been broken for three months now
and they can't get a new one because
they need to save up for a good preschool
for little abigail who is turning 3 soon
and i can tell this story in my head every morning
when i find myself in my backyard barefoot
walking through the grass.
and sometimes i find myself in a bad dream
and the waffles that were burned to a rock
have turned into hot pebbles that burn
my feet as i walk across them barefoot
and the neighbors never got that new waffle maker
so every morning they have to feed little abigail burnt breakfast
and she never got into the nice preschool because she can't read correctly
and years later they find out its because she has dyslexia
and the poetry she is going to write will be words
no one can scribe
and she lives in her little world alone
and every morning she walks to school barefoot
on hot pebbles because the waffle maker is
still
broken.
and when i get dreams like this it is good
for me to go into my backyard and listen
to the conversations my neighbors have
and its good to hear abigail's father read stories to her
and its good to walk barefoot
and not feel pebbles.
Copyright © M. Willow | Year Posted 2016
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