sips of nostalgia tea

steeped long in memory

with a cup of pea soup dreams

foggy foodstuffs comforting



potato sack slides and piggyback rides

licking cake spoons and bright red balloons

finding cloud shapes

making forts of the drapes

sprinklers turned to water parks

getting grass stains until dark

night lights, food fights, feeding ducks

graham crackers and ice cream trucks

somewhere there along the way

I somehow forgot how to play


If it turns out somehow

that we are the dreams

of some otherwordly beings

what drab imaginings