Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Garden Variety

I miss being able to use the teeter-totter.
see-saw.
Too big, too tall, too fat, too heavy;
Nope, they're too small
My feet plant and push
They fly.
Outer bounds of the playground
hold their rag-doll body--
mid-air
The point of no movement
before you must come down
momentum and movement
is defeated momentarily
Constricted, twisting, defying
Pirouette off the stage, and
Hold your roses in hand.
Lay down.
Close the lid.
and Bury yourself 6 feet beneath the Earth
I sit on the see-saw silently
Butt pressed to sand
Friend flew to Heaven
as a rabbit chasing a carrot into a salad shooter.

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