The Cost of Fun - May 26, 2024

how glazed we were as children

everything play or pleasure

the family dog just another toy

like baseballs and bats

hockey sticks and skates

abandoned as we grabbed

something else and ran off

in the silent house

she’d hop up on the bed

slowly circle three times

and lay down

chin on a glove

with my name on it

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