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By coujeaux Date: 2003 Dec 11 Comment on this Work [[2003.12.11.16.06.9482]] |
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Curious gaze, both ways across oak-lined street; domesticated dwellings in unified welcome matte; Upon exiting my vehicle I heard distant squeals of children at play; innocence in a concrete habitat. Recollection seemed to reassure me of the reasons I'd arrived, yet it all seemed unfamiliar, unsure, Made me wonder how often each of us looks upon things we think we know to realize them obscure. Still the unease; I couldn't understand why I felt the way I did, to look around nothing was a threat, Beginning my exploration of the neighborhood I became destined to see something I'd never forget. 'Twas in the community bliss my attentions became remiss, something foreign to me, unsweet home, In my observation of these surroundings came also one in my heart; this was not a place I will roam. Walking along sidewalks I saw families on front lawns, gatherings in the park, many examples of joy, Kneeling to appreciate unpolluted perfection of look on a young ones face as they receive a new toy. Rising again, I noted the irony of a two-story castle, for there are so many more tales of those within, I found myself rather jealous of the heritage these parents would pass on as mine would never begin. Sunlight reflected off the facades of these homes beamed sweet memories up to Heaven; live so well, If you're kind enough, regale this bachelor with the silly, poignant stories of their youth; do please tell. No sooner did these thoughts arrive than I felt a tug on my sleeve; a boy and girl had come to my aid, They found me to offer up their most prized possessions; her precious doll, a model airplane he made. I couldn't accept this, I told them so, but they ran off giggling in glee; pursuit was useless, as I feared, For no sooner had I caught up with them than they turned, blew me kisses in unison then disappeared. |