photography credit: morgan harper
Add a bucket of water to the ocean just to
watch it go again
turning into rain found on porch steps of
suburban American homes because
little children feel that's where they belong:
standing at a mountain's footstep because
to them, there's a top—somewhere.
Please remember this tonight in the
silhouettes of power lines and in the
birds circling the setting September sun because
the best memories are the ones you will
forget; leaving them on the rusted bleachers that
line your little league baseball field.
I wonder where Tomorrow will take you
when she leads you off the Ferris wheel and
away from the county fair, where you will
never see the world the same again.
Tell me, what was that you said,
as you dragged a stuffed dinosaur by his neck around the park?
Tell me if there was anything more than a
first grader crying,
"I want to go home."
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