The Terrapins
I saw many things, some of which
I hope to see again.
I want to clean and throw it away.
I felt rough concrete cut up my fingers
as my hands slapped the ground,
when I fell.
I smelled the fresh cut grass,
my neighbors grass never
smelled this fresh.
I tasted the blood falling
onto my tongue.
It was metallic and salty.
I heard dogs barking.
They’re chained to the fences.
Cicadas chirped their songs,
filling the night air.
I played with Legos.
Legos and Pegos.
I touched Legos and Shaygos.
I smelled onions in the kitchen.
Onions and Punions.
I tasted smoothies.
Blueberries and Showberries
I hear the Lego bricks
come together.
Wind and Fins.

