When we were five,
maybe six
I heard an engine settle
out by the back gate.
Summer's affable grass
and bees swarming.
We were preoccupied
with the garden hose,
the plastic tub, our kitten,
Smokey,
I ran to the back gate though
left the nozzle behind me
"This is only temporary."
Then he left, and it seemed,
in such a hurry his ride did arrive,
while we were preoccupied
when we were six,
maybe five.
Feb 1, 2011
Feb 1, 2011 at 10:28 AM UTC
When we were five,
maybe six
I heard an engine settle
out by the back gate.
Summer's affable grass
and bees swarming.
We were preoccupied
with the garden hose,
the plastic tub, our kitten,
Smokey,
I ran to the back gate though
left the nozzle behind me
"This is only temporary."
Then he left, and it seemed,
in such a hurry his ride did arrive,
while we were preoccupied
when we were six,
maybe five.
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