In the Nearby Distance

In the Nearby Distance

In the distance, a wooden ladder,
a memory of childhood made firm,
of climbing to unknown places,
never paying attention
to rot or age, or even where exactly
you are going.

About this poem.

I miss childhood sometimes. I relive it sometimes, and those, strangely enough, are the best times with the best results.

Laughing gleefully,

Tom

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