Sit with me

On the bench in the park

In the imaginary world where

Children are always

safe and well

In the heart of the tribe of small

voices call out 

hide-and-seek–freeze tag–the ground is lava

As If I could still draw you close

Say I am sorry

say I know you tried

Perhaps in every way they tell you to-

Words written and spoken

Smoke signals and semaphore 

Emptied root beer bottles corked with words of loss

Come to a premature


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