Tonight's Poet Corner: Playground In A Storm

Playground In A Storm
by Belinda Roddie

Sweetheart, you left
the street marked with candies
drawn out in rainbow chalk. I
can't eat the sweets, but the smell
of rain on concrete is nice enough,
at least.

This was where, I swear, my
childhood both began
and ended. Over there, the cold
steel merry-go-round, faceless,
no golden horse manes. I played
trains and planes and cried
when I realized I couldn't
actually fly.