He sits on a park bench

He sits on a park bench

A Poem by A. Hood

backpack on, feet
dangling
as if he's waiting
for a roller coaster to take off.
The sign says
"you must be this tall to ride"
He ignores it--
Nights have become stagnant, 
routine, 
and the promises 
of no bedtime
and ice cream for dinner 
have his mouth watering like never before.

Suddenly, his head is glued 
to the back of his seat.
His left shoe
with the chewed up laces
flies off as he's whisked
away. 

He looks down--

relationships
student loans
rent payments
car payments
mortgages 
gray hair
no hair
senior discounts
assisted living.

He comes to a screeching 
halt, collects himself, 
picks up his left shoe
with the chewed up laces, grabs his lunchbox
and meanders
back over to the playground
for fifteen more minutes
until his mom picks him up.

© 2016 A. Hood


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