The following is poem number 8 of 2009’s NaPoWriMo – 30 poems in 30 days during the month of April. The original prompt was, “purple crystal wavy blue”.
My students don’t care about tomorrow’s rain.
When I say it’s a false spring they ask
what’s false, what don’t I see?
They’re off at the door where I watch, sure
one of them will break an arm,
run head long into a pole,
bowl someone over near the slide.
They disperse in packs,
two-by-two into the trees,
teeter-totters, swarm to the merry-go-round,
push out of breath until it and them
are the same thing –
a blue blur that spins clockwise with the earth
until the sky sucks down,
lifts them home.