Childhood

Listen to the whistle of the wind to the childhood prayers a wavering wampum amends tucked in next to dragonfly wings little secrets in a rusty tin-box The sky's a canopy between four bedposts the floor is the ocean deep sheets setting sail as we glide like loose glaciers steady across the floor The taste of Sangria a bittersweet goodbye the endless hallways lurking adventures as time sets its tone accompanied by the zephyrs and the Santa Ana's by the rain that drums so calmly on roof and tiles Eagles 'cross the sky in chevron flight flicker and beckon they lure me into the night staying out until the sun rose first kisses like a purple prose shoes too small world's too big ever-changing ever-wondrous ever-more The ticking of time slowly and steadily under the colorful foliaceous rain flagpole and ballet dancing the daring appease of taking flight and yearning the rest these are the things I remember best