A Place Father Time Skipped

Fizzy weeds and whuzzing bees,
deep barrels of  purple honey.
Bring some spoons so we can share,
this will always be funny.
Always still, this one nostalgic thrill.
Carousel ponies have chipped to silver.
Zoo ponies shrunk like leather.
A puppeteer’s world unstitched.
Falling into seconds, minutes,
fundays, mondays, footsteps, birthdays.
Threaded into pencils and blood cells.
That happened, but here never did.
Here stayed purple and infinite,
a nook in the universe,
a place Father Time skipped.