Poets United, Thursday Think Tank #97 – Playground
Is this the vault we used to go in
When we were kids
And when was that?
Apart from our bruised knees and elbows
What’s left for us
In that there vault?
Below the ground
Was our playground
Where, hidden,
Our stories still reside
To meet our children’s eyes
One day
At a time.
© 2012 Mariya Koleva
Image by freakingrainbow
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