#442 (sticks and chalk stumps)

Growing back in time, the space of backyards

connected by numerous holes, child-made,

to support epic quests and foolish endeavours

nonetheless. We fought our way through the jungle,

the arts we dragged along, like sticks and chalk

stumps, patterning the ground of our childhood

with the glyphs of early experiments. You me, and

all of the others but mostly you and me, in and out

of focus growing forward in space, carrying an old

bike and your daughter, climbing on top, she wants

to live there, next to the yellow sphere, where

fairy tales are recolouring the fabric of reality.


© Matthias Grupe, 22nd 2018

for J. and G.


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