Copyright © Cory Messler, 2005. All Rights Reserved.CHILDHOOD
Come by this way
where the bramble tangles,
where the children
have left their spent shells
and condoms. Near
the shack where Winnie
takes her boys.
Near this pond which when
frozen looks like
a dirty mirror.
Come by this way,
and I will tell you how it was
for me, for all of us,
growing up under the
umbrella of mushroom clouds,
in the mystic 60s,
in a suburb called Raleigh,
on the edge of
the great, unreal Bluff City.