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hopscotch
with
a piece of chalk
and
just the road
make
castle and town
a
forest reflected
or
clouds of the dark
hear
thunder!
look
up
to
look down
same
as the night sky
scratch
in this frame
or
simply draw a door
walk
down the stairs
as
you think them up
aren't
you the little god of it all?
no,
no – you never know what's next
turn
that sky over now gingerly
make
sure it's a good long stick you've got
it's
quite right you should be afraid
of
every wonder under there
I just love this. And the photo.
ReplyDeletePS er um aren't the pics supposed to be x-large boss? :)
ReplyDeleteI love the child-like nature of this poem! Very delightful - particularly love the stairs you walk down as you think them up.
ReplyDeletewonderful final stanza...in life and in poetry, carry a stick
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