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Playground Heavens

Sometimes
When I sit on my swing set
I remember
The first time I sat on it
When I was eight
Already
Anxious to say nine

And my mom told me to
Get out of the car
And let’s walk home
And I thought
“That’s silly”
Because we were pulling right
Into my driveway almost

I remember when the shrubs
Weren’t in the way anymore
And I saw
That space where there used to be
Only bare, naked grass
And now there was
A swing set
But to me
It looked like more than that

Because I remember
When I used to tie a rope to my tree
And put a pillow
Over it
And swing and throw
Stale crackers to the birds
And they would eat
And chirp
And they were saying
“Thank you! Thank you!”
I remember coming inside with a smile
But a sore bum
After swinging for days
at a time

And then a month or so later when
My family (and I came too)
Started going
To playground stores
Or playground heavens
As I came to know them
And I thought it was so cool
And my mom told me
It was for ideas for
The community
Playground

And I thought those stores
Made especially for playgrounds
Were the coolest things ever
I remember
When my face lit up
And so did my mom’s
When I first saw it
And now when I sit
On the curved seat
My hands gripping rubber

And my toes flick
Specks of dirt
Up, up
Into the air
I think about
All of those swings
And nice memories
And
I smile.



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maggiebar1 said...
Oct. 6, 2010 at 7:32 pm:
i love this too...it is so sweet and you are able to hit that feeling of the summerish fall before school starts when youre little sort of feeling right on the head... really good
 
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irrara12 said...
Jul. 11, 2010 at 2:21 pm:
This is a great poem
 
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