Friday, May 22, 2015

I Wish I May

May days of standing
outside on grass-clipping sidewalk.
I watched my shadow.
"This is what May is for,"
I felt it in my bones,
the bright evenings at a box office,
some high school, to see a girl from my church
as Wendy in Peter Pan.
Getting the bike out,
creek down the street.
Hot dog stands, what time is it when I awake?
And now--
no rush leaving the revolving door,
brain burning with revision notes,
step out of the bus stop shadow,
Type at the new bistro set.
Listen to Into the Woods like
it's the first time in a long time
and you're walking to the middle school picnic trying to recreate your favorite parts.

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