Living it up in a HB dream,
Scribbled house sturdy as a pencil,
This token of a childhood memory.
House. Family, dinner, empty plate.
Ghost in the attic. Cat on the lawn.
Four out of five smiles.
Playground. Friends. Unused seat
On the swing set congregation.
Pencil case protection from the ground.
Classroom. Listeners, artists, mathematicians.
Glaring absence note. An echoing drawer.
Raised hand at the back too far away.
This crayola madness is draped out
In ribbons, strewn carelessly over
An invitation. The dotted lines blur so
The pencil shading, the artistic peak,
Has gone too far, now it's translucent.
This invitation goes to the imaginary friend.