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On the Playground

At play
there is a boy
jumping infinite chasms
between re-purposed
truck tires
bridging an imaginary castle,
propped up like a Hollywood set,
to whatever a slide
is supposed to symbolize.

Two girls gossip on the swings.
The pendulum uneasily rotates shadows.

Those who once played tag have
crumpled into the self awareness
of constant photography
a war of thumbs waging in their eyes.
The last one to ever be ‘it’
is removing loose rocks from his
poorly tied shoes.

From inside the jungle gym she can see it all
and wishes for panopticism.

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