about visiting relatives
or telling the same old stories
around the kitchen table
or living in 1950's houses
in cities that refuse to age.
Today will not be about
taking a Sunday drive
through two-laned roads
where freeways now sing
their white noise song.
Today will not be
about Disney movies
in the theater
that's no longer there
or watching VHS tapes
of Sesame Street with
children who now sit
through SATs and who,
like farmers, try to grow
scholarships like stalks
of Midwest corn.
Today will not be about
whispers in the night
during sleepovers with old friends
dinners by the bay
where red, green, and blue lights
shimmer on the bay's black water
or the old dairy in the woods
up the street from the school
where you were once kissed
behind the bookcase
Today will not be about
your family in a Polaroid
clad in pajamas
huddled around a tinseled tree.
Today will not be about love
or peace or innocence.
Today will not be about
fireworks in Los Angeles
a live band in a dive bar
picnics by the water
or that warm March night
that keeps returning
like a weathered dream
(pure and white)
as if it were its own phase
of a new Spring moon.
No, Today will not be
about these things, but how lovely
to think it could be.
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