Too soon to go unnoticed, she was gone
and the air was filled with the prickly scent
of baby shampoo and burnt up matches.

No more girl with the sunflower dress
existed to drag her driftwood stick
across the bare bones of the white picket fence.

The swimming pools of childhood summers were still
and the chalklines etched in asphalt washed away
with the autumn rains that fell so soon after she left.

Oh sweet little girl
The lonely icecream truck now sings its requiem.

01/16/2004

Posted on 01/16/2004
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