wichita, ks
i remember when this was just meadows
not a condo or strip mall in sight
just a colorful flash of birds’ feathers
and the flit of a young child’s kite
but change fluttered in with the winter wind and onion seeds came along too before i had reached my childhood’s end fragrant bulbs frequently grew
these days the smell from the flour mill brings the answer to every boy’s prayer when crossing the field with your kite in tow the bagels, sweet bagels are everywhere
but change fluttered in with the winter wind and onion seeds came along too before i had reached my childhood’s end fragrant bulbs frequently grew
these days the smell from the flour mill brings the answer to every boy’s prayer when crossing the field with your kite in tow the bagels, sweet bagels are everywhere
