Once Upon A Time

If only we would remember

spinning afternoons

on the merry-go-round

a breeze of star jasmine

racing over our heads

 

and the thrill of wanting

to go faster and faster

never wanting to be

the first to let go.

 

Then, we were brave

pulling wings off of bees

capturing grasshoppers in a jar

while letting the feet of butterflies

tickle our eyelashes

after roller skating into the next galaxy

once the cowboys or the Indians

had won the war.

 

Where are the butterflies

that once ushered in the sun?

 

Where are the merry-go-rounds

that once challenged us to be

more than we dared to imagine?

 

Where are the fathers

who once taught us how to hunt

with a book in one hand

and audacity in the other?

 




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