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Playground

August 11, 2010

I am playing
grown up and you are playing
grown up, too.
That makes four or five
fingers in the sand and
ten toes intertwined with
mine.

You are not my child and I am not
your mother but you call me
mother sometimes having you here
I can hear the other me.

(me, circa 1998)

Kind of crazy re-reading this now, just a few hours taking my own son to play.

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