i want a heart as large
as my grade-school playground;

and filled with as much laughter,
screams of chasing and tagging;

the recess bell never ringing for class,
reeling my heart in. always left out to play,

i am of the children of summer: never do
we see the horizon of so many sad yesterdays,

we bounce from happy moment to happy moment
our focus fixed as the Sun goes to bed, daily.

04/21/2011

Posted on 04/22/2011
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