Scribblings Found in an Old Notebook
Found an old notebook, and before I recycled it, I wanted to make sure there
was nothing in it I needed. Etched on the side of a dog-eared page was the
Short break between calls
Sitting under the breaths of trees
Book cracked my face in the sun
Light green maple
With bright red wings
Shining in sunlight.
Boy calling play
Play, Daddy, Play.
Soon wings will fly
Seeds will sprout
Like a vivid memory recalled after a pungent smell, I remember hastily
scratching those lines before running after a bright blue ball…
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