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Playground Pebble Gray

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The air was cold.

Beneath a cloud-choked sky,
we ran with winter coats
and Rorschach-splotched cheeks,
the metal rungs of monkey bars
and parallel beams
callousing the destinies
lined out on our palms.

I listened
from a corner
where wind-trampled grass
and tumbling stones met
as two fifth grade Gods,
stoic in long sleeves and bare ears,
told a younger boy to lay down
and trust them.

Eight years old and far too wise,
I lost track of my breaths
in the same moment
his throat clamped tight
over the handful of playground pebbles
poured between his teeth
when his eyes were closed.
:iconglory-be-project:

FINALLY, a poem again!

Also, this is for Lissomer's Micro Colour Contest, and is based entirely on something I witnessed in elementary school.

I chose the color Pebble Gray.  I don't care if that's not actually a color. :|

August 10th, 2014
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vespera's avatar
I really like this one :D