Sand Poem by Thomas Glasco

Recess bell clangs,

Instinct leads me to sand box.

My hands cup and sift.

Sweet voice calls,

Do you want to play?

Eyes splashed with brightness,

Her smile enters my being.

Our hands touch in the sand.

Our faces speak in unison,

Friendship warms.


Recess ends,

We leave our sand poem.

Feet scamper down the hall.

Coats are hung, ornaments of childhood.

I secure my coat,

Her sweater brushes my shoulder.

Lips land on my cheek, purity of intent.

I carry kiss into the classroom,

Wishing to keep it safe

Saving it for all time.

Categories: Issue 2 - Spring 2012, Periodicals, Poetry | Tags: | Leave a comment

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