Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Return to the Plastic Utopia

Twisted metal and shapeless form;
From thou appendages do we adorn.
Jungle gym.

Downward tumble and quickening pace;
Land on your feet, not on your face.

Soaring seats and skyward bound;
Glide through the air, high above the ground.

One flies up and one falls down;
From equal sides comes a laughing sound.

Squeaking rubber and players short and tall;
Miss your shot and the ball will fall.
Basketball court.

Wooden frame and a rocking spring;
This mighty steed can do anything.
Spring rider.

I come back to the playground of my youth.

I return to the plastic utopia. 

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