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Playground

Jean Wickham

 

Exit
Through the glass
Caught between the panes
A blurred reflection
Shattered echoes
Bouncing around me
Filling me with memories
Cries of joy
Streak the sky
Orange and purple
Painted by my childhood
Here where the sunsets
Are the most beautiful
Silhouetted figures
Fade into the background
Running and slipping on the pebbles
And here I stand
A blurred reflection
Of yesterday’s ambitions
Caught between the pains