the boy skids across the street
towards the school playground
where young school children are
kicking a soccer ball, smiling, shouting at each other
the boy stops and admires them
memories of primary school come back to him
and he decides to join in the game
while he plays, he feels a burst of childlike joy
the school children laugh with him
little do they know the boy's fate
in what is now
nineteen minutes.
YOU ARE READING
stationary.
Poetrylouis has only one hour, which is enough; for time had never seemed to affect him © 2014 by finallyawake. all rights reserved.
