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i'm five again
by Charlie Morgana grasshopper huddles inside his cardboard coat,
dreaming for this cold, life-giving rain to stop.
above me a half-dozen jet trails fan-out, ripe
as fruit around a waning, defoliated Sundown.
my stone-encircled berm of foliage greenery,
by morning, stones all point back to Africa.
just last evening i was outside, i saw a tree
was it a tall robber? yet, i'm safe as the night
puppy-curls at my feet, brings me Sun-draped days.
and i will dream no more, of memories forgotten.
i will miss all that's happened; and will happen.
several years away from the beach, i wonder:
what afternoon wind brings one whiff of the salty
taste of huge water as a neuron misfires, blessing
me into thinking that i'm five again?
06/05/2010 Posted on 06/05/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 06/06/10 at 05:39 AM I get same sort of sensory flashback when I smell pine and cedar -it brings me back to my childhood in Alaska -everything fresh, so much possibility and potential, the innocent fears and the experience of new tastes and the excitement of new sights...and with each passing year and the acquisition of new experiences -'real life' experiences, we lose one of the old ones, one of the good ones, one of the young ones. |
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