I see it there,
every school day.
It stands there still
with its metal slide,
red plastic slides,
yellow bars
and black tires
lined up in a row.
It is frozen
in its glory.
To me, it is a friend,
to others as well,
something to play with,
to play on.
It was cool to be able to
do cool stuff,
cool to master it.
But there are so many
things that could happen,
a boy went on the tube
wanting to show off,
and jumped,
that was his mistake,
his injury.
Blood stained his pants,
and he's in the hospital now.
Some now can't
even bring themselves
near the tube,
some don't care
since they don't go on it
anyway,
some think it to
be nothing but something
for little kids.
But it is still the same
to me, the climber.
I watched the person
jump, I saw the blood,
I heard people say
there's a hole in his leg,
yet I am not afraid.
I do not hate the climber
despite all the injuries
it caused,
I cannot despise it.
Am I wrong for still
loving it, to want to play
on the climber once more
like nothing's happened?
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