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
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