Prompt 29, Hour 24: Four Steps To My MatchBox Village.
First step:
Have teenage brothers purchase cars.
Have all go out and play.
Each matchbox car is magical.
So let it seems that way.
Second step:
Be as young as six years old;
Think cities made of mud.
Let childhood genius take its hold;
Recede Snake River’s flood.
Third step::
Skirt around wet fields of grain—
A boon from irrigation.
Small city streets— checkered terrain,
Form by imagination.
Fourth step:
Form Adam’s houses out of wet clay—
schools, businesses, and churches.
Wait for the sun to bake them dry;
daydreams on flowing ditches.
Fifth Step:
Time travel back to innocence.
Bring along your children.
Find they’ll travel other ways;
Their own worlds to pilgrim.
I like how this poem ends. You take what would otherwise be seen as a trivial thing and make it have gravity and importance, as well as inaccessibility and “specialness” for lack of a better word. thanks!