there is a novel called "the patchwork planet" and the protagonist made a comment something along the lines of if he were to ever be caught breaking and entering, it would be for lingering too long over the personal letters, albums, of the owners of the house in question. your poem was simple, striking--drew me in completely--and gave me the same voyeuristic thrill the man in the novel must have felt. :) wonderful write!

oh was that you? ;) Seriously, this is such a great piece of internal nostalgia (does that make sense?)...I'm drawn into it and through your words (vivid and real), am reliving some memories of my own....thanks, I truly needed that today...(I had to stop by and read some of your words today)

This piece is extremely well done. The images that came to mind made it seem as if I were a witness more than a mere reader.

Oh gees, I was feeling sooooo sorry for you and then read the author's note with relief. Now I simply delight in the sparkling pieces of your imagination sprinkled here for me to see. Thanks for this engaging piece, Wayne.

...wayne, this is still heavy with grit 0' humanity, and human-ness; i'm that lil' boy who gave a girl a chocolate bunny in the third grade, turned it down, one of Dantes Hells, eh? ...espc. my ego, eh? a wonderfully told-out pic[that ne'er happened]yet you hit many guts[in lil girls' minds/hearts and lil boys' minds and hearts] good, good write. wonderful.