Poor Boy Playground
Pain was half the fun
on a dirt-pile pyramid
topped with a slab of lumber
Bleeding, splintered hands
Black and blue behinds, scraped knees
Wounds gladly traded for joy
A discarded box
beckons three dare-devil brats
to crawl in and roll downhill
through the briar patch
Tucked safe in their cardboard womb
giggling at outraged thorns
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2010
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