they raise their hands,
right away trusting me
with their stories, their questions.
they line up for recess
everyone hugs me, they like my softness
I hold out my hand
and Cara takes it, then asks
what's your name?
and doesn't stop talking about her brother, the new girl,
her coat that matches Mrs Steele
pulled between two 5-year-olds
towards the playground
then an older boy wants to show me his trick
4 of us play rock paper scissors, laughing when a pizza appears
the woodchips are lava!
the sun bursts through and coats are strewn
a black cat strolls by across the street
his thick black coat matching my soft fleece
the bell rings and children are filing back inside
don't go! stay all day!
I wish my mom and dad would come / parents are so busy aren't they
Memories. Fragmentary. Evocative of childhood that's for sure. thanks.
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