Feb 8, 2009

12-5-08 Misplaced


The schoolyard is empty
I swing and sway fit snugly between the chains holding me
Soar high above the sand, lost in memories and wishes.
Look around at the playground, slowly filling with people
How it resembles the bar, when you think about it
Two here, four there, I swing
Alone. Trying to fly up and away
I jump off, land, thud. In the sand
Look around for a quick escape but
The girls see me and sneer, turn to each other and whisper
I avert my eyes. And catch his
He smiles a yellow, smoky grin
I head with purpose
Out past the people who are all looking at me now, are they?
Fast to my car
Get in.
I am leaving the playground alone again.

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