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~
