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Poem: 04April


(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is  a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy!  Here is Poem #4.)

 

chalk dust
blue on my shoes
where I hopped
on the lines
not between

my daughter
yelling
‘you’re out’

us laughing
ridiculously
over mere
child’s play

what did we gain
by growing up?

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One response

  1. I think we lose far, far much more than we gain.

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