Last days at the playground
Kiddies squealing with delight
Before the rangers take down swings
And cover the merry-go-round
With waterproof canvassing.
Tots return to their playrooms at home
And dream of Santa Claus's bounty
Which will come, but seems forever--
Seemed forever when I was a kid.
written September 27, 2021
Temptation, leaky parts
The erratic behavior of
Industrial, copper hearts
Kept in the dark , despairing,
The dysfunctional silence
pumps through the grid,
Anonymous, incomplete
Too vast to forbid and
Ambiguous too. Herders,
Hurricane force baiters
Consolidate the prize,
Surround it with walls,
Aggregation, spiritual
Splinters burned for heat
and the wrapped nutrition
consumed under close
medical supervision,
embalmment, drip by drip
boredom, idle playrooms,
innovations, round trip
exploitations, the outer
wall get steeper and
against our good nature,
I’ll be jumping soon.
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