Play
Kids know that creation is play;
understand that imagination
requires endless reconstruction.
Grown-ups rely on
buckets of hope and pinches of salt,
forget how to play.
Broken toys
in long abandoned sandboxes
dream-on.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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