12

I get lost in yesterday
as if my toes clinch to soil
leaving prints that will
only scatter cross time.

Skipping rocks back to age 12
when loving Sam Elliot made me
cool because nobody else did at my age-
Sean Cassidy had all the girls -
and I didn't feel like sharing.

I was a daisy girl-
lost in a Saturday sunshine
that only in Kansas; kissed your soul.

This heart has been abandoned,
consumed with guilt scattered dreams
and an ache that will never go away-

but in darkness I find that innocence
when I kissed Sam's posters,
wore those old, faded bells
and giggled as bamboo chimes echoed
as the
sun
slowly
faded
away.