Schoolyard

Schoolyard

Tree growing around top of fence

a mouth

eating its way out

or trying to pull food in

I don’t remember the fence

Was it there when my past was my present

Was it keeping kids in or out

There’s a lot of junk in there now

cups and crap

How did stuff end up on the other side of those bare boned claws

Candy bags, lunch bags, books, blood and dreams

fallen, dropped, thrown and left beneath the trees

I find myself not wanting to look between the chains

What if there’s more than garbage back there

What if something catches my eyes and pulls me in

over all those rocks and leaves and youthful plans

Could I get in there and save my dreams?

September 19, 2013

Tressa Lee Breen 

Author reading poem~

The Schoolyard~