Little Kings

Jul 2, 2016

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One summer midday

that boy in the tree tunnel

white tee, orange shorts,

sneakers crunching the gravel

the grasshopper road, and zing,

the springy bugs zing

in spontaneous arcs all at once,

raining down

and their royal form captivated

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Boy netted one with

his cotton shirt, his basket

he ran back home

but it had been smushed

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I remember thinking

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The grasshopper road

he ran back and retried

walking so carefully

and gingerly this time

but it had been smushed

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So it was right there and then

that I realized with despair

on that hot and isolated

grasshopper road

that it was better to leave

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Because I remember

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And they can be broken

faster than a dropped egg

yellow-green guts inside out

figured they're untouchable

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Because I remember

my brown eyes traumatized

by their destroyed form

crushed to waste

they were supposed to be

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I try to remember

sneakers crunching the gravel

orange shorts, white tee,

in that tree tunnel that boy

caught in the zinging rain

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I never went back

I never belonged

it's not a place for me

but the grasshopper road

never let go of me

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Little Kings

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