The Way Back

I don’t long to go back, not really
for I know that I will not find
the footprints of childhood
still residing there
but only a ghost of what
was once, a faint thread
leading me back
to somewhere that no longer exists
and cannot be any more
for the world has kept spinning
and I have kept moving
through this life and it no longer
waits for me in the shadowy
wings but has been wiped away
and all that is left
is the ripples, ghost
of a place and time and people
that once was
and no longer is.

Our Kingdom

Trace the paths
with your fingertips
see where they disappear
into nothing, hedges
and secret places.

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See where our world
begins and ends
stays within the hedgerows
that border this kingdom,
a land of make-believe.

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See where the grass
dips, where the banks
roll away and the daffodils
bloom, where we lie
under the blossom tree.

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See where we grow
like flowers blooming
in the wild, secret, protected
and rooted in the soil,
the fabric of this place.