Barefoot bricks between lines of
and prickly pine needles sticking to toes
as we wonder around watering the different plants.
I her the story of a 16 year old smoking
Marlboro lights that I brought from Taiwan
at 2 in the morning about 14 years ago.
Chasing drag after drag
with glass after glass of whole fat milk,
away from jetlag, away from America, away from Taiwan.
This moment removed from everyone
everything trapped in time.
We clean leaves out of the cold fountain
where I grew up playing endless gi Joe stories
I remember my first plastic blue boat
that I waited a childhoods eternity to play in this fountain.
The two tiers of rocks, mountains, lagoons, and miniature Trees
actually twigs and sticks.
all these were waiting for my promise as an early teenager who was no longer allowed to play with toys because of the stigma he attached to it,
to return some day with my own children. And let them climb and sit in the water like he did as a toddler.
And to finally finish the unplayed stories that are waiting to happen in the water.
We return inside and chuckle again at the story of sesame perched in the Window sill wondering why she was being forced to pretend to be a goat to get our attention
Conversations between trips outside carried on over the wooden table that replaced the one where young bickering love grew into long dialogues of alternative perspectives. Where silence was treasured as much as the mysteries of the universe that they were trying to uncover.
Out front:
I question what the little white flower bush is that smells so great "I don't know. I knew at one time, but I forget now."
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