California heat and buildings laced
in streaks of sunlight, combing across
the suburb ranks,
bring back precious thoughts of a childhood
(but thatís all forgotten now).
A simple picture book reminds me
of the campfire, don with lake
and dandy fireflies;
set alight upon tree branches
collected during the day--
(how long has it been since then?)
Another picture invokes me:
Checkered skirts and polo shirts
assigned as uniform in the private schools;
People that used to smile at me
are now among new friends
(where are they now?)
Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck
smile beside some kids clad
in free dress; a phenomenon not
common in the school I used to go to.
The castle stands tall, as always,
behind our backs
(though I had not paid much attention before).
Iíve forgotten the little things
that have painted my world today,
awoken by a simple photo book
brought on by boredom and the California heat.