I think of you as when you were young,
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and as when you age towards your prime.
When you were little, I wasn’t aware
of your tall houses, my mind and heart
were far away dwelling in other palaces,
kingdoms, desiring to live among
strange kings and queens; and I was little too.
I heard your name from a girl who I would
often kiss and tease while her mom was upstairs
getting us cartoon videos to watch, the girl said
they’ll be moving in to you soon.
Other than that mention I had no inkling of you,
even long after when I fell from the sky
of my own making, dreams of Paris and Rome
became apparitions that roam Highway 54.
Never knew you until I would have to live
in one of your towers, not as a prince
that I projected myself to be but as an apprentice
ordered to guard particularly the calves
inside their barn, the freezer. I could die of boredom
and exhaustion, I wanted my mother beside me
but all there was to keep me company
was a child phantom who was perhaps
another orphan, a soul ejected by the city
to live in a world parallel with mine.
God, how did I survive those tormented years
in your land? Maybe because of a good
Blue Fairy’s help, and promised touch
each homesick night that I stayed awake,
alive? Never knew you until now
when I realized I already scattered my seeds
on your farmyard soil, three of them
already sprouted stems and leaves,
soon to become trees with trunks that walk.
My wonder, now that the two of us are grown-ups,
Who would be the first to leave, you
crystal face I kiss
tongue tastes like sweet cold rain
I fall into pond