Once, we followed him to the quanset
little plaid shirts on boy and girl
feet rubber shod avoiding nails
lost socks toe nestled.
It was all dusty all grey all casted shadows
we did not notice then
I feel a thousand sensations in this memory
yes, heart explodes at the thought
we brought voices
cast up more dusty cloud
sat in old bucket seats bereft
kicked a pile of old scrap and wood
followed him back before dark.
in hand thoughts haunt us in
only these twenty or thirty years
all dust all shadows all grey.
2 comments:
I like the way the wall looks like ribs. Like ribs from the inside.
Woe. So much motion.
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