sometimes i'll be lying in bed
jack anders
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Sometimes I’ll be lying in bed
And these flashes of old scenes
Will start to come back,
Like a room long-forgotten in a house --
This was your bedroom -- the lacquered red
Toybox your grandfather built for you;
Army men strewn across the floor;
Matchbox cars and marbles.
Outside, the bones of the snow fort
Showing through the melting snow --
Cleverly arranged folding aluminum chairs.
And through the half open screen window
Sometime in the Fall -- the muffled thum thum
Of the school dance in the cavernous gymnasium,
Sounds of excited voices walking by,
A girl’s voice, a whiff of vanilla.
I was led into the mystery for so long,
Far beyond when I ever knew to get out.
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