TheFeatheredSleep – Must we loose interest by growing up?
Why and when did people stop being interested?
as kids we would sit on benches and talk about our pain
there seemed then, such a mercy in the air
it hung like cobwebbed dew around us and
despite the hardships we bore, our friends were
our succor
Why and when did people stop being interested?
and grief was labeled an annoyance?
why does growing-up mean we no longer write
poems like this
do we no longer feel the same
or just hide it away?
and if it is hidden how does it stay so
with the swell and the surge and the blistering salt
I hear rain falling into a tin can somewhere
and briefly I remember eating out of cans in summer
my lips sticky with apricot
it was a luxury then and my grandmother carefully
spooned each peachy globule out and added ice-cream
I hated the taste of…
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