Poem

Put It Away, Now

Put it away, now --

bike in the garage

shoes by the bench

notebook on the table

jacket -- closet.

Bus, school, homework

riding the bike

kneeling by the maple

wasn’t so much

we put it away.

Just small

behind the door

it all can be put away

put away childish things

nothing to say.

In a drawer, perhaps a cabinet

out of sight, where it’ll stay

if not there, then under

under is good, under the stairs

under the bed.

So many places

and put away it’s easily --

like it never.