Playhouse Kingdom

The first house
I remember moving into as a kid
sat atop a hill
(steep and vigorous)
overlooking the others below
young and wild
I dreamt of faraway villains
coming to take
what was mine to defend
I fought
for my kingdom
and my castle
(way up in the sky)
or,
rather,
my playhouse
12 feet in the air
(things were so damn simple then)
(I miss the taste of innocence)

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The broken clock’s hands have begun
spinning wildly both directions;
its incessant buzz now the only sound
to be heard this bright morning
(our ship has never stood
more still)

the fog
(thick and heavy
on the rolling water)
has finally cleared
(from the warm horizon)

the sun
(giant in the sky)
is slowly setting
(maybe rising-
none can tell)

and though the rays
beat down loudly
the crew cannot refrain
from anxiously studying
their trembling shadows
(silent-
cast upon the floor)