There is a creek that runs through my neighborhood
It is *****
It is shallow
In the spring it overflows
Thrashing Spilling
Filling each clean corners’ crack and crevices
Stagnation stains the air
Wafting into each household
I like to think of when I was a child
I stood in the water
In all of its inconsequentiality
And looked longingly at the sun
As it swept me away from the sounds of mechanical inefficiencies grinding against the asphalt
As I felt the soles of my shoes soak in filth
Seeping in-between the spaces dividing my toes
I fooled myself into believing this is what other children saw
Something pastoral
Where their rolling hills weren’t so different than my own
Where the stars bled through the skyline’s purple hue
But
I had the sun
The rushing salivation of water surrounding my ankles
The feeling of something gained and lost
A sanctuary
An appreciation amongst
All of that something
All of that nothing
There is a Creek that runs through my neighborhood
It is *****
It is Shallow
It is Mine
Aug 18, 2011
Aug 18, 2011 at 6:26 PM UTC
There is a creek that runs through my neighborhood
It is *****
It is shallow
In the spring it overflows
Thrashing Spilling
Filling each clean corners’ crack and crevices
Stagnation stains the air
Wafting into each household
I like to think of when I was a child
I stood in the water
In all of its inconsequentiality
And looked longingly at the sun
As it swept me away from the sounds of mechanical inefficiencies grinding against the asphalt
As I felt the soles of my shoes soak in filth
Seeping in-between the spaces dividing my toes
I fooled myself into believing this is what other children saw
Something pastoral
Where their rolling hills weren’t so different than my own
Where the stars bled through the skyline’s purple hue
But
I had the sun
The rushing salivation of water surrounding my ankles
The feeling of something gained and lost
A sanctuary
An appreciation amongst
All of that something
All of that nothing
There is a Creek that runs through my neighborhood
It is *****
It is Shallow
It is Mine
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