Mary Jane's Shoes

Mary Jane's Shoes

Musings of one person among many. Not exceptional in any way, as with all, I have exceptional experiences and varied reactions to those events. Mine is one of many life stories and how I manage and cope with the events which make my life my own, I attempt to put forth by way of my writings.

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in the house broken

October 22, 2014

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when he was two and she was eight
when he down the street did skate
and she an elephant did create

scattered and strewn
are faces.
coated paper,
glossed and colored,
the faces, the children’s eyes look up from hardwood worn and stained.
much disarray
as ages overlap.
albums rifled through
and left are empty spaces.

when he was two and she was eight
when he down the street did skate
and she an elephant did create

as these fixed expressions
hold the past,
under childhood treasure tossed,
wood blocks and open drawers
they still laugh,
the faces on the floor.

would seem I could learn their tricks.
would seem I could read their minds,
return to that time
to shoot the portraits once again,
this time promptly placing each inside an ordered book or drawer.
Not without lock and key,
not one other would see.

when he was two and she was eight
when he down the street did skate
and she an elephant did create

~ mary jane goodman

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