I grew up with a woodstove
instead of a TV. I know all
the theme songs of oak.
If I could unlearn
the names of the birds,
how much freer their flight!
In a dream, I run
through my half-remembered high school
to catch a bus.
I grew up with a woodstove
instead of a TV. I know all
the theme songs of oak.
If I could unlearn
the names of the birds,
how much freer their flight!
In a dream, I run
through my half-remembered high school
to catch a bus.
I love the associations here. And the first stanza’s just great.
Thanks, Peter. I had the first two stanzas along with the title in draft form for two days, not sure what to do, but my last dream before waking came to the rescue.