Long ago and semi far away
There was one day of every
Seven set to side step stress
First thought: No School,
Make it count!
Second thought: Fruit Loops
Cartoon mornings, PJ’s
Til chores, which started
Out lousy, but ended up with
A ticket to fling open windows
to the waiting neighborhood
and a free flight to anywhere
our two legs, a bike, and 25 cents
could take us. It was Fleer double bubble
Gum time, my friend Amy day,
A whole stretch of uninterrupted
Sing Song silliness, skinned knees,
and grilled cheese with pickles
and Campbell’s tomato soup.
Come nightfall, my worries
crept back. Sunday’s
weren’t fun, just a bridge to
Whatever it was we were all
Supposed to do, which wasn’t
All that interesting, really.
Why couldn’t we always
Just wander the hours, watch
Clouds, suck on dum dums
And crack up with our best
Friend –maybe sit side by side on a
Log hanging over Alum creek,
Our Schwins on the bank
Leaning in to each other
Aquamarine and Neon Pink
On the muddy shore.
Early Morning Poems 