daffodil eleven, age 6

this is where i found it

        the wildness in childness

   the springing up of youth

the ever-naive brain

                         left answerless

this is where i found it

          in these pages

                         in big-print little-print

                                 old notebooks

                                   wordsdrawingsdrawingswords

                       repetition

                                   instruction

      this is where i found my

                 wildness in childness

     in my schooling

                    in the sausage factories where i

        emerged flat & unflavored

                                not like the others

                          not like they wanted

this is where i found it

                what i thought was lost

        & i press my fingers to the ink

               wish it would absorb back into my bloodstream

    give me a taste of wildness

                         in my not-so-childness

Author's Notes/Comments: 

for the past.  for childhood.

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