*isn't it easy to skip
once, twice
double -
hopscotch on
the rocks slips down so
easily
with exactly three ice cubes
and stirred thirteen times.
Bottoms up, and down
the slide we go -
you go, while I watch
slightly quivering
at how high we are
above the ground,
you hardly even
let out a breath
let alone a sound,
when you
disappeared
until you teleported
to the shaved rubber
on the ground -
safe,
surely it's
safe here,
in this fenced in
area where children
recess together.
Somewhere,
behind the sand pit,
away from the watchful eyes
that set springs off to tussle,
a bush'd garden
stands.*