(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?
I think we lose far, far much more than we gain.
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