These Moments Poem

there are these moments
I was maybe six
it was Christmas eve
night or early morning
it was dark
If I leaned over in the bed just right
I could see
just barely
the living room and
the shadow
of a tree
I couldn’t leave the bed
it wasn’t daylight yet
I could see shadows in the bit of light
that was given to me
is that a bike
that shape in the darkness
is that a bike
I’ve strained to see that shape
in the shadows
my whole life long

david michael jackson

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