Visiting Simplicity MAG

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   Visiting Simplicity

CENTER THIS ONE: Swinging on the jungle gym,
left alone at the playground.
All alone.
Laughter still echoes,
the chainlink fence
still stands,
a grey witness.
When I used to return
to class after recess,
my teachers never told me,
"Don't forget simplicity,"
as if it were a carelessly
tossed off parka,
a retrievable
tangible object.
Simplicity grew
steel roots into
the blacktop
where I used to play
h
o
p
sco
t
ch

It will be there forever.
I left simplicity with my childhood,
with the echoing laughter,
alone,
at the playground.

by L. A., Norwich, CT



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on Feb. 13 2013 at 12:26 am
mattisonteeter GOLD, Los Angeles, California
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So brilliant! this is so striking. im so thrilled to have come upon this today, it's so interesting and emotional yet not overly so. not sure if that made sense but thanks for sharing this poem!   -Mattison


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