truly untitled

Posted: October 5, 2008 in Poetry
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I used to walk on wet grass,
I used to feel water on my toes,
I watched ants walk all over me
the way I walked all over them,
and we crowdsurfed on each other.

I used to lie on my back in parks,
I would stare into the blue sky,
I tried to make out shapes in the clouds,
and I created zoos, wars, dragons, stars;
the world wasn’t too big for me.

I used to pick up rocks in lots,
I rated them by size and shine,
I put them in a tin can and I thought then
my rock collection was precious;
my rocks were the gems of my life.


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