sun warm on my back
hot on my trail
adults swing on swing sets
grass cut
special needs blow dandelions
in my direction
goes,
"squee"
the heavy head turns back
and lets a low rumble
this is how we know
there's low tolerance
for disability
sun goes down
still hot on my trail
balance upon a steel rod
watching cars pass
goes,
"screech"
open mouth yawns
this is how we know
it's time to go home
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This is lovely, and kind of sad in a strange way.
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