I want to return
\nto the joyful noise of a garden.
\nI have wasted a decade
\nmaking friends with shadows.
\nStanding by myself
\nand watching the sun
\nmark time with my body.
\nI was born
\nwith a laugh in my heart.
\nI love ice cream and dandelions.
\nNothing opens so beautifully
\nas the world
\nwith its big orange
\ncoming up from the earth.
\nLike a golden puffball
\nthat should be eaten
\nfor breakfast at dawn.<\/p>\n
I am tired of being old.
\nPretending that my reward
\nfor all the pleasure
\nof my life is senility.
\nLet defeated souls go their way.
\nThey are kids,
\nbewildered,
\nwithout their clothes.
\nSweet, urchin faces.
\nNo one cares
\nhow many days you\u2019ve lived.
\nThe only time that means anything,
\nis now time.
\nDon\u2019t waste the peaches
\nin your bowl.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I want to return to the joyful noise of a garden. I have wasted a decade making friends with shadows. Standing by myself and watching…<\/p>\n