A place from your past or childhood, one that you’re fond of, is destroyed. Write it a memorial.
staring at a large edifice of
glass like steel and
steel like glass.
yet I do not see this
man-made
monstrosity.
reflected in the mirror like steel
i see a cluster of
wild apple trees,
stunted
gnarled
through the eyes of children
it is a magical orchard
created just for them
lying in the tall grass,
shaded by succulent fruit
a Garden of Eden
perfect backdrop for
imaginary games and
apple banquets
fit for a princess
