Sometimes
we havent the sense of a child
it weaned out of us
beat out of us
for the necessary education we
must have
to articulate
the inarticulate
to make sense of nonsense
and nonsense
of sense
to compete
in a fixed game
fixed in as many ways as one is
taught
to imagine
or fixed in imagined ways
Sometimes
we havent the sense of a child
and forget our wonderment
our crazy curiosity
the knowing-better than opening
our mouths
to crow proper accusations
when they are rudely due
we forget to play hide-and-seek
hiding in full-view
unable to be seen
camouflaged in obviousness
Sometimes
we havent the sense of a child
to see all the other children
around us
striving not to be seen
playing games of make-believe
so hard
they believe their make-believe
unhappiness is happiness
unhealthiness is healthiness
they believe the dictation they
take is their own
Sometimes
we havent the sense of a child
and we forget the blue day
surrounding us
the yellow sun is a pat of
butter
there is fragrance in a flower
in
rainwater
tears
or hear the sound of a smile
We are odd
a lot of the time
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