Swing Set

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Swing Set

 

The plush green grass tickle the bottom of my feet,

I can almost remember when this exact spot was just concrete.

We built the blueprint finished by a child’s imagination,

And added a swing set for family recreation.

 

But now I get queasy thinking about the backyard’s phantom fitness

And the swing set is starting to give me afternoon sickness.

And so I grab the shoe box and rusty shovel around the corner,

My future family fantasies, neatly wrapped in the former.

I can’t seem to face the fact that my body has failed.

So I will use my green thumb to hide the red blood under my finger nails.

 

I claim my patch of dirt like a mindless colonizer

As I tuck my child into the bed of fresh fertilizer.

I pat the dirt flat until its original glory is nearly saved

And the backyard’s peaceful aura almost left unscathed.

But as I put the shovel back where it belong

I turn around to see that the entire backyard is gone.

The grass evaporated and the swing set vanished before my eyes,

And all I can see is the massive trench in the dirt,

And how it split the skies.


Submitted: November 13, 2020

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