World Poetry Day

A Minute in the Life of a Boy

A scrawny blond boy running
Bent over a sidewalk with
A Matchbox car between his legs
Flying like superman
Toward a forest of trees waving at him
Little, bony arms reaching into a tree
Pulling himself up, higher and higher
Stepping on branch after branch
Blue eyes marveling at the view
>From the homemade tree house,
A mile high fortress defended by dwarves
Out the loose trap-door hidden in the back,
Leaping to the thick, twisted Swinging Branch,
Dangling, stretched out like a sleeping bat
Dropping triumphantly to a waiting horse
Galloping wildly around the foliage
Clutching that final ingredient secret sorcerers long for
Running from white Stormtroppers
Finding the perfect stick for a gun
Shooting back, diving over a grassy hill
Lasers loudly blasting overhead
Crawling into a huge, cement culvert
Submerging in the submarine
Down! Down! The boy’s soft voice
Echoed in the concrete tube
A scrawny blond boy running alone,

In the mind of a grown man sitting alone

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