A

I remember imagining
“A” as a high-pitched roof
with an elevated floor.
I remember thinking roof
and floor were somehow similar —
why the ‘ell would I think that?

That was in the fanciful time of grade one
when school was playtime
letters were shapes,
and I was just learning to “print”
and had no idea
what “print”ing was
or where it all would lead.

Of course, it led here:
to poetry —
something totally
different from “print”ing
but not so far from imagining.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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