let’s build a tent
from the laundry rack, let’s
build chess-men armies and
attack the stuffed toys
with marbles.

we can have little Lego
mountains to scale
and cook griddle-cakes
on a makeshift fire
with green-peas.

let us travel
out to somewhere west
of the map and draw
two moons in the sky
and be raw

like the times that were
full of stink and of
fragrance, songs
that made sense to the others
and now permanently.

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