06/18/21: To be a Boy Again

two calloused feet forget again the plastic necessity of shoes

grass underneath, clovers never picked details missed

so many sunburns, so little time

a dog’s bark a small mark on my arm where I slid down a tree

my forethought was covered by elders

hindsight hadn’t yet crossed my mind

we were masters of living in the moment

a bag of sliced oranges a ripped trampoline

a duct taped soccer ball and a red ryder

if you’d have told me things would be this way all those years ago

I’d have never replied, distracted by a distant car horn or a mosquito

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