11-17-14

Summer of '99

While everyone was waiting for their
Hogwarts acceptance letter,
arrived via snowy owl on a Sunday
evening, I was busily practicing
my skills with the blade.

The lightsaber can cut through
anything. It's pure energy, pure
awesome. I worked hard, concentrating
on that pen, screaming at it with a flick
of the wrist, a wrinkled brow -
MOVE.

I waved my hands around
like an air traffic controller,
trying to convince my mother.
Lucky Charms was necessary.

Jumping, waving my sword around,
I frightened numerous squirrels,
keeping the evil empire at bay.

I won many battles, but I
lost the war.

Dust gathers on those old
boxes.