we built our playhouse
white stones in a ring
a tree at the center
of everything
brushed with pine branches
the dust from the ground
sectioned off rooms
with green stones and brown
ate the wild honeysuckle
not far from town
recess was magic
classrooms sedate
living in two worlds
a light piece of cake
easily balanced
oh how we were then
halfway in a dream world
half bird and half fin;
learning to swim to the surface again.
mary angela douglas 3 january 2022
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