I know there were always flowers by the back fence
Dandelions, bluebells, nightshade, in my childish reckoning, at least
I don’t know if anyone joined me in my weeding
I don’t know if memories of being chased along the entirety of those wooden posts
Are any more than dreams.
I know I built sand castles with friends whose names are no trouble to recall
But did I stand alone, a crow, in playground’s lofty nest?
Was my jungle gym ascent lonely as well?
Imagination’s unable to tell.