The Ash Garden: YouthI get the hunch that the ashes of kindergarten, Lunchboxes, and the national anthem Are floating from the edge of us So many sophomore starsThe Ash Garden: Youth
Somewhere, down the mountain we lost our winter coats And bicycle summers, and plastic sailboats, No mud puddles, and rainboots, and slick soft dogs And paper flowers, captured fish and frogs
We try to splash in puddles, and we float
Deep-bright and hissing in the city chill Pledges to the flag, capers with crayons, Now traded for the softness of flesh Grumpy cats and boardgames for alcoholic swill And the cicada
