the pomegranate tree
beckoned
a gem amongst a terminal urban field
to a child wonderland
to it then destiny unrealized
so far on from here labyrinthed roads away
I can see
braiding memory to reality changes narrative
revealing time’s aggrieved journey
but this is about a
banana seated rainbow streamered two wheeled handlebars flung
girl
lanky body wind sung by delight
oh so far from home it felt
as if an intrepid explorer
in an alien landscape on mysterious ground in a tantalizing world
invisible to everything
youthful eyes see the world from the inside
imagine
remind me of awe some
freckle skinned lean legged sunburn nosed clorine haired
flying free
a spectral panoramic version not yet planed by life’s inevitable timing
squinty eyed just now I again
taste the palmed texture of the tree’s bark its scrape against thighs along arms inside raw
experience
climbing perched against its laiden branches
these hidden stolen minutes
red juice stained nails sticky fingertips pop of swollen pips against bright teeth
fruit full giving everything away
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This so well sums up summers as a kid for me “freckle skinned lean legged sunburn nosed chlorine haired” – thanks for this trip down memory lane!
nice energy in these words:
“but this is about a
banana seated rainbow streamered two wheeled handlebars flung
girl”