When I first started communicating with Marilyn (who was to become my wife) I realized that I had found someone who really spoke to my inner child, which had faded to a near-wraith after seventeen years of marriage to an alcoholic.
Recess
What silent spirit
haunts this place
moving from swingset
to sandbox
without a sound
Faint echoes of joy
reverberate through time
as sunlight pours down
and wind whispers
long-forgot songs
Leaves dance
on slide’s ladder
recalling the happy chaos
of young feet
so eager
Worn pathways
in ancient grass
await the return
of dancing hearts
and happy voices
Schoolhouse bell
tolls the hour
from deep within
freedom shouts
it’s time to play
MDW 2/98
For Marilyn
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