Playing by the creek
the boy looks with wonder
at the snail.
Riding his new
to him bike he explores
a strange neighborhood.
Sitting in the lecture hall
he marvels at things
he never knew.
Climbing mountains
he sees farther than
he thought he could.
They'll never meet again.
But still
there are other
neighborhoods
classrooms and
high hills,
other creeks.
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