Distant, but Close

A poem

Photo by Jay Mullings on Unsplash

A playground I haven’t
stepped on for years,
flashbacks pop into my head-
how the tallest slide,
full of metal stings my
thighs, sliding down to the bottom,
blistering hot in warm weather.

A jungle gym full
of movement,
being careful of the wood-chips
possibly scraping my young,
frail layer.

Swings feeling like I could
fly, soaring into

what a joy it was
when everything felt

when it was easier.



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