The broken window won’t let me in.
The slide’s on its side in the garden
With carrots and turnips climbing through dreams
Where broken glass refuses to let me pass.
Childhood ends when your thumbs turn green.
The broken window’s outside the house
And shadows fill the rooms
But a mouse is hiding underneath geranium blooms
And the stadium roars for victories unseen.
I think if I pretend I’m inside
I’ll see the toys and games and realize
That nothing’s changed.
Old lady sits in her chair and knits
While carrots and turnips and climbing frames
Slide through her dreams.
Written for ReadWritePoem # 12 - nonsense sentence secret code