wait
lounge
look pretty

blue bandaid on my thumb
soon we’ll be buds
we stick together like gum

excitement
bubbling in my body
ready for anything
alive

small hole drilled into side of house
hidden behind an unkempt shrub
neighborhood watchman looks in
he makes his rounds protecting the block
but always he stops for a look
into the young woman’s home
and no one thinks anything of it
the watchman lingering around

heavy body
quiet evening

two end pieces
from toaster bread loaf
for free
to a good home

he stomps on his block tower creation
“why, Billy, did you knock over the blocks?”
“because I wanted to,” says Billy
and teacher scolds Billy
“destruction without purpose is waste.”
he put away the blocks
playtime is over
but he wonders what he wasted here
blocks are still in the bin
no one is crying
and he wanted to

clean room
clean mind
clean soul