prancing out the door to play on my playset

compact and simple but it was all I needed

the scratches and rusty nails wave and smile

a fallen plastic table lays afront

scuffed yellow paint and fainted green legs

big beehives under pull me closer in awe

my eyes gleam and focus in on the yellow stripes

their buzzing tells me hello they won’t ever bite

warm air hugs my backyard

as the sun bleaches the woods

muddy footprints tracing my tracks

circling the swings and overlapping

rustic chains of the swing creaks

as I kick up touching the sky

to back down looking at the ground

a square sand pit beneath the top

making its way into my socks

molding and leaving behind a collection of shapes

never did I ever want to leave that place