ground between fingers after jumping
from the swing set, a landing pad
pierced the grass a
small cloud or poof of dust--
I can jump farther than you
higher than you
longer than you I am better
than you run faster than
you--rises & disappears
but we always land on the ground.
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yay, earth and memories! i was always afraid to jump from the swing set. some days i could muster the courage, but for the most part i was (am) a cautious child with weak ankles.
succint retelling of a childhood moment. i picture kids yelling on the playground followed shortly by one of them crying.
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