The playground.
We had scraped knees, grubby faces, and gappy smiles.
The ever-so-cute imperfections the blurred the definitions of our sex.
Where gender wasn't a factor, only our ability.
To run, jump, taunt, cry.
Where the tops of the jungle gyms acted as wings when we jumped and fell.
Where the rain wasn't discouraging, it called for mud puddles.
We were freed by simplicity, the ability to compromise.
Before short skirts and sexuality, grades and responsibility.
And I remember once.
The playground was mine.
Author notes
Just something I was thinking about, when I was a kid.
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'imperfections (that) blurred?'
You make me miss being a little kid even more you bastard. such nostalgia, makes you fill with glee all over again. I love that word it's filled with lil kidness. glee. FUNFUNFUN. magical fairy land. mmm. I like it. made me happy enough to call it a day on the poem front, better than all the angst in the whole wide world.
have fun int he sun i sadi have fun in the sun dammnit.
SeanO
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Yeeeeah!!!
I dont know why, but this rocks!
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