Yellow shorts and tinted cans
Words of religion and wrinkled hands
Failing buttons with loosened strings
Cold metal chair backs that fold up like wings
Double banded hair; skin matching make-up
Caffeinated tea drugs me to wake-up
Terrible knocking and dreadful screams
Old high school friends that broke through high school seams

Hair that reaches high and arms that hang low
Finger puppets and hand bunnies in a flashlight's glow
Sheet music stands hold their ground near the drums
As base strings flutter by the flick of his thumb
An abandoned fireplace surrounded by books
Old pictures and spiders hide in their nooks
Medication and vitamins crowd around each other
Broken ancient grandfather clocks and letters from my brother

Windows framed with cloth, filled with dust and memories
Calls to the forest as their limbs hand from trees
Knees scraped, sore, and worn down
Pond water licks at the disappearing ground
Salt builds up in between the rocks in a jetty
While kites only fly when the wind is ready
Hermits crawl, camouflaged as rocks
Strangers' names carved into the docks