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The Playground

The Playground

Sitting on a swing
on a dark and rainy morning
  before school
in a coat two sizes
  too big

Kids from every class
run past
they run to get out of the rain
run not to be late
run while they hate

so weird
sitting on a swing
  in the rain
in a coat that doesn’t

what matters
is just out of reach
for every kid who must go
  once more
into the breach
broken, ruptured, torn
On every day
that doesn’t fit
on every playground
watching splits and rifts
run past
remembering every face

in you go
your whole life


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