How to capture it all?
I was no photographer
My paint brushes, I have retired
And words simply do not belong
On a cover
The same way they fit
In my mouth, or march along the surface
Of these pages.
How to capture it all?
The sounds, the smells, the...
The slanted roof pushes the sky into a crooked kiss Pushing my blues to spill down one side Down, down into my bucket list.
I check it off: Come back to where it started.
Is anything here Left for me to say?
I forgot this school The teachers taught well Though I taught myself How to count the people Who were worth remembering
And it's self-absorbed, but there's nothing like A scuffed-up hopscotch where no plays Faces whose names I haven't heard before To tell that this place has changed.
No longer mine I cross the bridge In search for better things to talk about.
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