Leafy Afternoon

a shady
leafy afternoon
circled the house
emptying
of trapped butterflies

with a song
at the bottom
of the garden

"The sunsets that were borrowed
have all been put back"

honey
I’m not
completing a course
in creative writing
I’m not
the last marshmallow
in the box

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inside
a child’s heart
are match box
cars

jigsaw
puzzles
that fit

words like
mup
and rninak

and crayons
to colour
their sky

inside
a child’s heart

is everything
that has
no need
of glue

the silver
shilling
in the money box

the right
star