Tagged: play

when we were young, we’d

when we were young, we’d
pretend to be one another’s
echoes, however

imprecisely carried out,
cushioned by resounding laughter
.
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it takes skills to pick

it takes skills to pick
the pockets of time – you place half
a roll of quarters

on the old time machine, claiming
to have broken the high score
.
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the twin dogwoods in

the twin dogwoods in
our backyard play hide-and-go-
seek with each other,

like siblings, hoping to catch
a glimpse of a white-tailed deer
.
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the structures in which

the structures in which
we play, stretch and bend time, mold
memories, will give

us away – if not by their
longevity, then their decay
.
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we let the neighbor’s

we let the neighbor’s
kids come over to make a
mess of our living
room – tiny fingers
breaking up packing
peanuts with so much
glee, spreading even
smaller pieces across
the floor, then
commanding the
Roomba to do what
it does best –
entertain small
terrestrial creatures

.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: terrestrial

assimilating

assimilating
and not assimilating play
tug of war in the

morning, at meal times, just before
bed, looking for a clean win
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: assimilating

i never picked

i never picked
batman, preferring to be
someone much less
interesting,
like superman,
seeing
and hearing
everything, with
the ability
to fly away
.
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please play some music

please play some music
to cover up the smashing
sound as i crush cloves

of garlic between knife and
cutting board, like winged insects
.
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relief trades playing

relief trades playing
cards with pain, sometimes also
with fear, there are no

winners, nor losers in the
end, only ephemeral fools
.
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perhaps months,

perhaps months,
years from now, these
days will become
foggy, it’s how our
minds insist on
playing games with
our hearts – now you see
me, now you don’t

we have no choice as
witnesses, obligated
to make out every
fine detail in the
heightened haze
.
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