and without further ado,
a poem, circa 2004
We were once full of green, green grass
& we grew up into trees & clouds, iron gates
we belched mountains & tripped boulders
over our shoulder at high noon
& told the birds our names in
slow, soft whispers -- tweet, hush
when they perched on concrete fountains
& waded in still rain water
we dreamed yesterday
a 76 bus
the opened roads & unloosed us on the world
our little time machin
a tooth, a hair, a sugarcone
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