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