this is the place where
a metallic rainbow
once stuck,
you can still see the dirt clinging
to decade and a half-old adhesive.

the sun shone through it
and when i woke
the glimmer of color
washed over the supple hills of
my childish face.

this is the place where
a "c" carved into a tile once hung
and my long forefinger
fit curved inside it
like a worm in the dirt.
surrounded by green and love.

the floor, laminate brown
and her bright red walker
that slid right over my toes
and our laughter
ringing on the hour
of happiness.

this is the place where
i learned curiosity
is peeking through a hole
in the floor
and discovering the
basement, and mom with the laundry.

the cold draft blew
against my eyelashes
and batted them for me.
my voice tunneled through the opening
and she looked up
her beauty reflecting in my memories.

this is the place that
taught me walking is easy
but dancing is hard
especially with hurt feelings
and hugs are easy to come by
and hands to hold, even easier.

the crevices fill up
quickly with booms and thunders of
voices. their rolling hearts
are huge.
you can still see where they stuck,
when they said goodbye and left fingerprints.

merry christmas, new poem again, raw, just written, i haven't even read it over yet. let me know what you think.