None

I can sit at the playground,
jungle gym, rusted out
death trap that once
took courage to conquer.
I wonder how this was
ever a child’s play space.
The sharp sticks and mulch
shallow enough to feel like jagged
glass on concrete. The sharp edges catch
clothing, a gauntlet for bullies,
gladiators of grade school.
I can now stand taller than the
metal beast that once breathed fire.

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