Another Moment

[rowens]

I'm simply going to play with your thingy, ok?


It might look weird, but at least it's getting proper attention.



Lungs extend 
your body
hanging
from a bar in the park coloured hopscotch and birthday.

The chocolate cake on your tongue is cool, 
freshly mown grass
in a slow breath.

The shoulder tweak and waning grip
place your feet on chipped wood.

Opening your eyes, 
your son's playing tag in the field.