Elementary

Sitting in the library after hours,
I read of all the years gone by;
how elementary that time seems now.

Days spent giving in to gravity
and taking the scenic route
Amount to nothing when you are a dandelion.

The dandelion – the evil of two lessers – spreads
its wings and flies to Never Land on Wednesdays
but at least it still returns.

And after all these years
you can still find it hidden
in the deep bottom of the toy box.

It reminds me of the time we climbed up on your roof
and sat in our cargo pants talking about
those old music jewelry boxes.

You remember them? The ones with the ballerinas
that spun when you opened the lid
and serenaded us while we played dress-up.

I'd put the veil on and you'd lift it off -
Those days remind me of sobriety
because they were full of inventing ourselves.

So, the scenic route.
My only advice now is
don't let gravity keep you down.

Remember the toy box when you run out of time
Play that music, say hello to Clark Kent
and go to art shows.

Copyright Mallery May 2003