057| Yard sale

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A yard sale
Of broken memories
I set up
Under the roofs of future

Arranged
The good and
The bad
Together,
Leaving it on others
To decide
What to pick

Country lanes
Filled with
Scribbled crayons
And pale papers
With drawings
Of clouds
And mountains
And rivers

Gardens
Overflowing with
Stories
Full of morals
Grandma
Once told
Under the stars

A faded red blanket
Spread on the floor
Half a century old,
With toys
And tiny clothes
Sprinkled
On the frosting of
Childhood

Butterflies
Of playgrounds
Now barren
And birds
Of poem books
We tore,
Flew over
The ballooned sky

Trees with swings
Of ropes rough
And tyres
Round,
Are up for sale
As I put
A tag on them

The rain,
Though I can't sell it
Came down too
Back to it's owner
Drought in palms
As I priced
Every drop of my tears

Came squirrels
And stray dogs
That once used to scare me
To buy
What was left
Unused
By my
Broken heart

I let go
Every photograph
Holding
Strings to
Someone's heart
And sanity
Of someone's mind

I let go
Of you,
As you
Disappeared
From my sight
In the arms
Of another girl
Who was
Dumb enough to
Love you

-goodbye childhood

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