Playground Ends Here
Traded cards in the afternoon air,
You held your head high above.
You had the best cards in the yard.
They complained your trades weren’t fair.
Traded notes among the class.
She’d blush as she wrote away,
You smiled inside with victory.
Jealousy called you an ass.
Traded words by the windowsill,
Rocks that nearly break the glass
Words of somewhat hushed fear
In the dark of the night still.
Summer 2011
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