The girl will stay small
To get bigger would be
To grow out of love
To break the seams of
The home she’s been able to console
Herself with knowing
It’s not but where else
Don’t you remember the truth
Of playing orphans or boxcar children
In the trees out of sight of the house
Don’t you remember how it thrilled
To be so close to discovering if not this
Then what was true
It was just a play just an afternoon we’d
Continue next time you came
One continuous afternoon
Dealing with the disappointments of indoors
The betrayal of evenings
That moved around us like family but
We couldn’t seem to touch
The weather was never bad enough to stop
Us playing our games to find out
What was what.
oct 30, 2010
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