Little Boy and the Girl


11-30-20

I don’t understand why it would rain on this day
It wasn’t the plan to stay this drizzling way
The path that told me to I’d have to stay
Is hard to undercover, even today

Hard to forget that smell of the tent
Most time alone, as the summers he spent
Not sure where it came from, but know where it went
The first of its kind, on the journey was sent

So long ago, it’s like I was not there
Little wonder what brought me over here
In the large room for hours, I’d stare
At a book, at a toy, curled up in a chair

To push and to shove, to holler to hide
On a tractor to sit, in a wagon to ride
Toss in the stones, toss it I tried
Toss it away, with no one to confide

Look where it happened, look at that place
See it in front or worse see it with haste
This was no game, this not a race
What happened years later, oh what a waste

There on a hill, deep in the trees
The orange and the yellow still on the leaves
As a car races by yet he believes
He can outrun it, that’s what he sees

Then came a girl, who tugged at a string
You’d hurt too, a burning, painful sting
To say things flipped, now a funny thing
Buried the truth, and buried the ring

Something so brilliant the color of red
Not sure the thought running my head
For if I’d known then, a different choice instead
Off to sleep later, though not in my bed

Dawn came early, dawn left quick
Just not the one, it wasn’t his pick
What happened much later, the memory I’d stick
Glass and sharp needles his wrist he would prick

To take it, to move it, to push and to shove
That’s the question I’m debating, this is not love
Having it gone, never to see the reason above
The finishing touch, driven home and a clean white glove

You wonder what happened so long ago
In firelight stopped the orange and hot glow
Shut up and put up, blow after blow
Down goes nothing, reap what you sow

Change can be good or so they say
But not constantly, day after day
What was black and white suddenly grey
The mind is a playground if children obey

In a car full of everything important, I took off and drove
To find the secret passage, to find a lost cove
Or that’s what I saw in the field deep in the grove
Passing it by often, my mind would explode

We go from a baby to a man, a man to a baby
For you to understand, I think “well maybe”
I didn’t either, I pleaded “save me”
But now it’s me, yes you can blame me

Nobody said you can’t be like him
In a truck that now rots, the tire the rim
Are all that are left, like a broken-down limb
Obvious it is now as my eyes grow dim

A gym, bell, a slide, fade in the old school yard
You cannot get there to play your last card
If you did you’ll notice the windows all barred
I tried to tell you, it’s too damn hard

The trouble with time is that it won’t stop
The tools in your hands will suddenly drop
In a shed full of nothing, they are just a prop
In a scene of clocks, and shovel, the bunning up crop

Who said time heals all wounds, I don’t have time
That’s simply not true, feel the feelings of mine
Will beg to differ and stairs I will climb
To write it all down, to the last bottom line

Imagine a window so big and so clear
With nothing but miles, nothing too near
But look at it longer, look over here
Now you understand how images appear

A road, a driveway, could be a room
Pick up the ball, grab the old broom
Sweep not away a toy, that’s way too soon
First sweep away the lost bride and then the lost groom

Within many places, abandoned and lost
Is the reason you overlooked, you didn’t count the cost
Had you looked or read the pages you tossed?
The answer is there, within and across

What once held a barn, a hill, and some old hay
Now is nothing, no children at play
Why did it go, the heat went away
Do you get it now, as my feet beg to lay

I can’t tell you what’s happened, tell you no more
All things I’ve said, to you it’s folk lore
But if you could return, the only reason for
To know what I see, to hear how I tore

Safe to say I’m not sorry I said it
If you only knew the road that led it
And made this man, emotionally bled it
His mind caught up, embraced, I met it
There, you now know, give me some credit

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Craig Krause

Craig Krause

A person with an incredible future who often lives in and revisits the past

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