Blush

I woke up smelling past tense air

oh I remember when and where

but to say that I could recall there

my memory would not be fair

If all the school books had a cow

the pencils chickens I don't know how erasers goats and sheep and plow

I surely wouldn't know their ware

For certain time has taken hold

a lost bet winning this pot of gold

my eye sight waning my hands grown cold growing up and growing old

I'd climb up to my highest loft

an attic waiting cold to hot

I'd place my bets and call the shot

but it's long gone or so I'm told

A ghastly being letting on

that tales of knighthood

maidens song

that dragons beaten

the grass long gone

was not a sketch the mind had drawn?

In shattered window and crooked door was that not magic disguised as bore?

the blood red seam that jesus swore

was proof that he would with dawn would return?

but walking to a berry bush

a midday movie "Please just hush!"

that dinner made with love is mush

is eaten greatly with a rush

I cannot place a finger on it

the smell of freshly dried blue bonnet

or the sound of an ended sonnet

life wakes me to blush