By the parking lot you sit
just behind the village stores
tall, white fence box
flaking paint.
Sun streams in between slats
casting lines across the dirt floor
stopping a few inches in
dark mystery.
Bending down to peer inside
slipping fingers and hands to reach
searching by touch, EW
crawling bug
Once I climbed up the side of one
but there was just a big metal box
I dropped down inside
locked doors.
Some I could climb, and some not
what was being hidden inside the shed?
Eager and curious for adventure, knowledge.
Never enough.
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 9:55 PM UTC
By the parking lot you sit
just behind the village stores
tall, white fence box
flaking paint.
Sun streams in between slats
casting lines across the dirt floor
stopping a few inches in
dark mystery.
Bending down to peer inside
slipping fingers and hands to reach
searching by touch, EW
crawling bug
Once I climbed up the side of one
but there was just a big metal box
I dropped down inside
locked doors.
Some I could climb, and some not
what was being hidden inside the shed?
Eager and curious for adventure, knowledge.
Never enough.
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