This body,
can only wish
for a return
to those pavilion
walls where mischevity
reigns supreme and
sneaking swirled
candies rivals frog croaks
backed by hints of
Nat King and
one can only
wonder if those
pavilion walls long
for a return
to tropic warmth or
a deep cleanse
of sticky fingerprints
and illegible initials
scribbled on its
fragile pillars, so why
did they forget
to relish in the days
that lacked dwelling
on life's pain
