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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.

Today's OneWord: Olive

ā€œYes, hi,ā€ I said into the phone. ā€œIā€™d like two large pepperoni pizzas with extra cheese and white cream sauceā€¦ā€ ā€œCan I get black olives on my pizza?ā€ Laura piped up. ā€œYeah, sure, babe,ā€ I said with a smile before returning to the receiver. ā€œAnd black olives on one of them.ā€ ā€œYouā€™re marvelous,ā€ Laura said once I finished the call, pecking me on the lips before she returned to her blood-and-gore video game.