I have known the curious enchantment of cherry blossoms
Sailing ‘round our cheeks, mystery of silk worms floating below branches,
The community of sneakers; muddied, velcro-tight,
Pride in verdant stains on white, sales rack t-shirts,
A map of candy-hued states, beaten tetherball,
Rain-ruined remains of hopscotch, entropy
Of woodchips scattered to the fence, disappointment
In monkey bars elevated twelve inches too high.
And I have touched the triple-dog dare of
Blackberry thorns, dirt bedded under my nails,
Gravel biting into my knees from the
Fall, trumped by the handful of plucked sycamore leaves
Green and broad as the gummy pink of our smiles.