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Wednesday, October 28, 2015
Childish Eyes
When I was a child I saw
Space ships in dust motes
Crossing sunbeam asteroid belts.
I saw
Lost pearls in sea foam -
Pirate treasures washed ashore.
I saw
The Sahara in a sandbox
Cathedrals in campfires
Battlefields in bedspreads.
When I was a child I made
The Amazon out of broccoli
Alpine slopes from mashed potatoes
And butter islands in warm milk.
I followed fairies through the woods
And drank potions made of air.
When I was a child I saw
Monsters in the shadows
Witches on the wind
Sharks in the bathtub
Vampires in the cupboard
And Frankenstein in the laundry room.
When I was a child
My world was bound by sidewalks
And limitless as dreams.
When I was a child,
I saw like a child.
When did I put childish eyes
Away?
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