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Connections: October 5.16

SANYO DIGITAL CAMERASqueak!

Over the park

the call of the swing

familiar old tune

ear-splitting.

Squeak!

Little legs

in ecstasy

kick and wiggle

weightlessly.

Squeak!

Those legs are new

pudgy and spry

they can’t yet walk

but they can fly.

Squeak!

Rhythm of childhood

mid-air play

song of light hearts

in meter’d day.

Squeak!

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Connections: April 5

SANYO DIGITAL CAMERAIf life hands you lemons

or so I’ve heard it said

you should make lemonade.

(I’d make lemon pie instead.)

This grandma’s corollary

indubitably sound:

If life hands you kids

head for the playground.

Nothing is more sure

though its truth is often hid:

if you’re gonna be a parent

you gotta be a kid.

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Connections: November 16

SANYO DIGITAL CAMERAThrough the hoops

on the ropes

climb or be climbed —

no place for mopes.

Muscle and bone

balance and grip

a pop of the shoulder

a creak of the hip.

Yes, I tried it

 geriatrically frenetic.

“Going for gold”

I ween

might mean

something less kinetic.

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Connections: November 8

An entire playground!

Does it matter?

Naturally not —

they want the same ladder.

At the same moment.

Because better than play

is sibling foment.

An album opens

in my head —

other siblings,

some long dead.

‘Twas ever thus:

siblings meant to feud and fuss.

Then years go agley

to entropy:

family, home, brain and bone.

One crumpled sibling stands alone

in hospital starkness

sleepless darkness.

Why is one

the caregiver daughter or caregiver son?

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