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Dew Re-Visions
Dew Re-Visions
Dewed grass seldom had my back,
because I was a late riser with regrets.
I missed silence, the most special
of each early day. I remember
clover fields, sweat and dust-covered to the hairline
from the infield where I scooped grounders
with my best friend after the third grade.
I remember an dad's army knapsack packed
with saran-sheltered sandwich dreams and
warm, sun-kissed soda quickly guzzled.
We laughed and dared the sun to burn
our tender skin and dreaming up schemes
for the future things.
Mother called us home before
dark consumed its small creatures.
I haven't seen you since, or
the little boy who's name doesn't exist
but lingers in the fields
where I would play alone.
Flowered weeds sway and
another orange light drops without her call
to return home again.
Is there a way I can climb back
in the tangled mesh? Where
is that entrance?
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