How easily she could say,
‘it’s all in your mind—’
deny, dismiss what she knew

could be true, if we let it
when we were children
pretending to be grown up—

playing games
with our imaginations,
mornings drumming music

on eucalyptus roots
before the school bus stopped
our spontaneous chants.

With rusty tools and sticks,
horse drawn relics
and Model T wrecks

we took off for town—
took turns driving
wild steeds or hot rod cars

depending on time—just
as much as we wanted
to get there.



WPC(4) — “Serenity”


6 responses to “IMAGINATION

  1. Peter Notehelfer

    Imagination: the gift of little children and old men . . .

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Oh yes, those were the days


  3. It’s so much like my time. Re the pic at the top – Can I see orange groves and frost windmills and power turbines?


    • Good eye, suchled, those are indeed wind machines in an orange grove, utilized, as you surmised, to keep the air circulating when temperatures fall below freezing.


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