Playgrounds

Barbara M. Callwood

Promises then flavored ice-bribes
Persuade them to trek with me,
Back
Past Mother care and
Adolescent dreams to childhood
Playgrounds:
But the tree which gifted

Geneps sweeter than any sugar cake,
which bucked and threw me,
tumbling through green leaves
to hard ground and this faded line

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