hang up

Sometimes
      ONE isn't the loneliest number.
Sometimes
      it's loneliest when
      it's you, me and
            your CELL PHONE.

The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: A Face in the Crowd

getting in shape

It’s shaping up to be
a quiet day at the playground.

No children standing in line,

squaring up to slides,

circling structures,

curving around corners…

Perhaps they fear that the rain and wind
will wRECk and TANGLE their hair!

If you can’t go out and play on park structures, perhaps you can park yourself inside and play with words.

Posted on April 17, 2016 by Maggie C

When I was a child
we played with sticks, rocks and mud, and
garter snakes until they escaped
into the long grass of unmown fields.

We looked for frog eggs —
and later for tadpoles — in
murky ditches of standing water
alongside gravel roads.

We went barefoot
and sometimes forgot to sidestep
the patches of barbed sand stickers that
latched onto the soles of our feet.

When I was a child
growing up in a small town,
I never realized
what a privilege it was.

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