the sound of innocence
ripples through my window
with the cool fall breeze
and the rhythmic bouncing
of weekend freedom on the street
chews me up
and spits out memories
like over-chewed tobacco
into a bucket of longing

for time to slow
rewind
scraped knees
elbows
ice cream 

could cure
all the problems of the world
spoon rattling 
against the empty bowl
makes me shiver now
as i long for my
sounds of childhood