I went to playground
–surprised to find
I’d built a highway there. . .
half-remembered, and
thorough fare–
I’d dozed
–swings & slides
and basis, for
released monkeys
to bars beyond labs
a doozy dizzy, and right fine dog
in such a merry-go-round,
razed hell
on earth,
and all the best
trees
for
(hide)
&
> seek <
&
k
i
s
s
i-n-g
2
–and floundered, then
. . .
for a
moment, long
in kid years, long–
and all
agape
I shrugged it off,
never
the
less
–and all the more–
the instant I spotted
hole in chain link
yet existed,
and
shimmying under
with scrapes to my elbows,
and
loamy stains to my jeans,
and only
1 prick to my back, I
kicked canned
incidentally.
Skipping
the hole way
to Cullen’s Corner,
to milieu, too
–spending time on 2 cent candy,
and cash
on balsa gliders.
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