Popsicle Stand

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: June 24, 2018

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Submitted: June 24, 2018



Popsicle Stand


We didn't know

it was a great old town.

When we were kids

we ran it down

and swore that one day

we would surely escape.


A wind would blow

and fill our hard-won sails

to take us where

the world kept real life

hidden from our gaze.


We who were short on years

and long on days

saw only fences

with their other sides

as if older people

wanted to hide

the best of life

from our undeserving eyes.


Time sweeps in

and clears our senses

like a tide that

rearranges the sand

and weeds in long rows

at the high point

of its watery reach.

It has much to teach

us about the cycles

that washed us out

to faraway places

and may yet

draw us home again.


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