I had my wonder years
But they slowly faded and went dead
Till all that was left of that heart string
Was a corn silk twine
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Listen to the wind whistle
It brings songs from other places and days
Some catch your ear, some continue on their ways
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Some to reach higher
Some to shine above the rest
Some to climb out of the pail
I, to be my best
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Ancient poetic forms
Create memories through which doors
Remain open to the past
Open to a newer generation
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Tunnels in your mind dug in black places
Coming to light in the corners of calm faces
Curved like arches that never sleep
They run in void spaces wide and deep
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I touched my ears as they began to blister from the hot sun
I felt like I had run into the water instead of walk to get relief
The salty brine was cool on this typical California summer day
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Lay the board down drive over the spikes
Let your friends out of the trunk where they hide
Travel the humps and bumps to the perfect place
There’s room for you there its just enough space
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