Don'T Ever Grow Up
burnt out trees
and 2005 photos--
a swimming pool feeling
and glossy blue windows--
cracks all throughout
and a spiderweb widow--
in the corner is the realm
she became queen of
and the trees beg for mercy
as the pretty poison ivy
cries under the backyard tree-house--
empty and rotten and wonderfully forgotten.
when the children never came,
the widow wrote their names
etched in the walls of the sky
and the long-legged crawlers,
sweet ridiculed martyrs,
never found a home
except in that little swimming pool
that the children stopped swimming in
when they visited the cemetery playground,
only to leave the slides untouched
and the swings un-swung
and they never came back
Copyright © Ashlea Senft | Year Posted 2017
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