Friday, August 13, 2010


possessions lost

I no longer ride beneath the trees
on my red-frame bike that buzzed like bees,
or go out by dark to view Aries
with my telescope on bended knees,
or slide down hills at flying speeds
on my flexible sled with waxened skis,
or read my Batman magazines
by dim flashlight on sleepless eves.

I dream I hold the things that these
nostalgic memories reprise.

posted to Big Tent Poetry, Possessions (Aug 13, 2010)