When I was a kid

When I was a kid,

 

I lived in a small house in a closed neighborhood,

 

the house was on half an acre.

 

across the street there were some woods filled with tall trees-

 

as far as the eye could see.

 

even after I climbed to the very top of my favorite tree in my back yard,

 

I still couldn’t see an end to those trees.

 

late at night, coming home from a store that seemed a million miles from home,

 

I would stare out of the car window

 

and see tiny rain drops streaking,

 

and blurring, red, lights blinking,

 

of radio towers standing tall in the distance.

 

I remember the sun setting, all purple and yellow,

 

behind that endless field of power poles,

 

stretching off into the distance between great rows of trees-

 

far off into the yellowish horizon;

 

that’s how I imagined wheat fields would look.

 

I had a cool, bright-green shirt when I was a kid,

 

it had batman crashing through a brick wall.

 

The bricks were green, and the rendering of batman-

 

was a fierce and almost frightening depiction;

 

it made me imagine surrealistic fantasies:

 

infinitely-high red, brick walls covered by a stormy sky - cut by lightning.

 

A chain-link fence was being climbed over, a hero was escaping, fighting,

 

struggling against the dark.

 

I remember I had nightmares about my backyard,

 

I would sit on the couch and look through the sliding glass door,

 

I would wait, and wait until I heard it:

 

Wolves howling.

 

They hailed from the darkness of my backyard,

 

not from the forest across the street.

 

I had never seen a wolf.

 

I remember episodes about giant bats, and scarecrows,

 

and I remember the one about the invisible man, and Jonah Hex.

 

When we went to Melbourne, I would watch the sun beating on the ground,

 

Later it would slowly start going down,

 

It would change the sky,

 

and I swear the sky was more beautiful when I was a kid.

 

The End

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