There exists a place
you barely remember
where all the children go

A land of sweets,
imagination
sculpted landscape of words

And every child
spends hours there
thinking of things never thought before

But as we grow
inevitably
children forget the candy-powder path

And that wondrous land
is lost in the bittersweet
tide of time, pain

But some adults,
as they blunder though
find their way back to that land

They sink in the candy
cloud meadows, and giggle
at the sugar-spun dragonflies

But some children
as they grow
refuse to leave the peppermint forest

And others see them
thinking, “How strange,
the air around them is sweet.”

I wander there
floating on
lady fingers across coffee seas


And someday I know
you’ll wander back
stumble into the gumdrop farm

I’ll spy you with
my sugar-spy glass
and turn black-licorice sails to shore

And we’ll chase twizzler deer
and marzi-foxes, and
play like we used to

Until that day,
I’ll plan adventures in spearmint fields
until the day you

Remember Me.