Parakeet

I remember just about nothing that used to be important,
and everything that wasn't.
A brand new sparkling shiny bicycle
and ticket to the world,
riding everywhere in a hurry with no appointments.
ANd hiding a dozen machetes,
only to be forotten in tomorrow forest.
sand castles, grass forts, rock gardens, and tree houses,
al mixed either-which-way splattered into a blurred mosaic.
riding up and down our street- my sidewalk,
with green parakeet shouldered eyes peering out to see everything.