If you ever build a playground
Make it a place for real playing
Fill it with soft, soft sand
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Sand in their shoes
Sand in their socks
Sand between their toes
Let them jump down to earth
And feel earth’s arms
Catching them as they land
Of standing firmly, grounded
Let them push off on the soil
Finding trust in the hand
That gently releases them from earth
As they soar higher
Let their feet bore into the earth
As they push off on the soil
Freezing the swing in motion
Clasping the sand between fingers
Of the sensation of wet or dry
Of generous Mother Earth
Running through their fingers
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And feel the cradling fingers
Of the hot sand tickling
Their barefooted feet
Exclaiming and squealing
Let them climb and fall gently
Let them communicate with soil
They will be very normal for it
Just be nimble, quick to move
Be the comforter, but let them return
If you ever build a playground
Make it a place for real playing
I saw a scary playground once
It saddened, disquieted me
Completely cemented grounds
Dangerous to fragile bones
--My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.
1 comment:
Beautiful. Just beautiful.
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