It's Still Life

When I Was 10

Summer’s the shortest season.
Flew by. I flew by. Out the door.

Mum shouting, “Don’t slam the screen door!”

I’d chase distance. Up hills.
A curse on my long bones.

I’d walk the old silver mine’s rusted tracks,
and my freedom knew happiness.

dVerse Quadrille “Happiness” and Twiglet #201 “Weedy Rail Tracks”  
© Misky 2020 Photo by Kévin JINER on Unsplash