On edge of dawn
Toasted laughters
Walk through tomato patch
Smell of hibiscus, tickling marigold
Pinwheel jasmine
And a sip of chorus from birds
Old soul music that used to be new
Maybe a round of hide-and-seek too.
An afternoon nap
A scoop and half of melting summer
Stroll the dusty paths
A distant mountain that was near
The fire in its belly hazily clear
Songs and charades in evenings
Ursa major, Orion, telescope sightings
Homework and stories
A dinner that the soul cherished
Now the day begins at night
Planned but no plan in sight
Mornings vanish*
Evenings crash
Afternoon missed for nothing
Lost in paper-cut scars
Night screams and shrieks
For absent stars
A flower growing... in a field of wars.
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