Sunday, April 4, 2010

Sleepymouth


Almost, April

Sometimes, what happens
in and around the playground
can shake the knees of any on-walker;
like my first flower ever brushed by bare shins

Feeling always accepted by green, blue, and yellow;
all-knowing elements watch from battered ravens' nests
upon rickety branches,
making children inside egg-shell homes
breathing out expectations
to contain life that is sustained
by what happens in and around the playground.

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