Knowing I'd be
four forever.
Hanging like
a four-year-old; spine
molded toe to head
on a paisley sofa.
Velcroed light-ups bouncing
off the window like red
cheeks filling slowly.
The white blank ceiling,
marveled at how much cleaner
the room looked that way.
And noticing for once the rosy
red candles on the mantel.
Least until Count Chocula,
the cereal commercial, ended.
Eureka's Castle returned
to muppet my bright window.
-Dann
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