We took a few rides
Along the Jersey side
I wasn’t quite five
My father would drive
Felt so simple
A-B-Cs
Dr. Seuss
Found poetry
Frozen vigil, sprinkles bright
Imagine plays to fireflies
Dad’s face lit cast
Yellow dash light
His words made me think
Wonder for life
We never saw an apple tree
No strawberry fields
Couldn’t sleep counting sheep
Growing up scared of snakes and eve
Monkeys, gremlins, gnomes, skinned knees
Scuffs on shin guards, muddy cleats
Fuzzy dreams like Gypsy Moth fleece
Chalk outlines, blood on each street
First time I heard the word insanity
‘Cause his Beatle had died
He blinked teary eyes
Sniffling sighs
My father had cried
Cursing some madman
The Catcher in the Rye
Guilt calling shotgun
Dad said goodbye
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