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I love sand

I play in this box all day

there is nothing that I love more

by myself I play in this sand

thinking that this is what I'd rather be doing

more than anything else

but sometimes I'd rather be playing house with

my friends

I don't play house today though

instead I continue to play here in the sand

sifting and transferring small amounts of dirt

and rocks from one tin can to another

with one of my mother's green Tupperware cups

I do this over and over again

day after day

here he comes

again

I do not know how long it has been

since he last came up

on his bright blue bike

to see me

I know nothing of the length of months

or weeks

since he last appeared

I mean, I'm only four years old

the only thing I can do really well

besides play quietly by myself

is count for you on my fingers how old I am

I get warm when he comes around

I am happy and laughing

not so quiet and serious

like when I am playing by myself

in my self made sand box

by my mother's big back porch

well, there is my mommy calling me

I gotta go

bye............

(written in mid to late September 1986)