Monday, June 4, 2007

Found this on another blog and wanted to save it.

Someday, when these places have grown too narrow,
I hope you remember when they held heaven and earth.
I hope you remember days as long as epochs
And always too short.
Bushes that towered like redwoods, puddles like the seven seas,
Weeds that were the fairest of all flowers.
Someday, in some dark moment,
I hope you remember the afternoon sun throwing rainbows on the floor.
I hope you remember the front porch that looked out on the universe
And was covered with popsicle drips.
Someday, when you walk past the bushes
And keep going to the ends of the earth,
I hope you remember that here was the beginning.


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