There once was a glassblower who lived by the sea. In the daring years of his youth, the glassblower would pull all kinds of strange and wonderful shapes from out of colored glass. He blew neon spires ... [+]
Purple Lakers cap,
just back,
from a family trip to Los Angeles.
Or maybe,
we had been to the moon.
We didn't play much together
back then. Like
we are, here,
in this photograph. the two of us standing
on the grass, in front
of our row house.
You, sister,
an oversized purple jacket, white turtleneck, checkered black + white pants
blonde,
and curly back
then, this must have been
1991, or 1992.
Black buttons
white shirt, little boy, big
sister, smiles looking at
the camera,
children caught
in a photo.
You complain
Dad has stopped taking photographs.
This might have been
a great number of monsters
we were about to play
with, on the lawn
right after this moment was forever taken down.
just back,
from a family trip to Los Angeles.
Or maybe,
we had been to the moon.
We didn't play much together
back then. Like
we are, here,
in this photograph. the two of us standing
on the grass, in front
of our row house.
You, sister,
an oversized purple jacket, white turtleneck, checkered black + white pants
blonde,
and curly back
then, this must have been
1991, or 1992.
Black buttons
white shirt, little boy, big
sister, smiles looking at
the camera,
children caught
in a photo.
You complain
Dad has stopped taking photographs.
This might have been
a great number of monsters
we were about to play
with, on the lawn
right after this moment was forever taken down.