Rascals are back
to school, memories of
the summer behind,
ghost stories on tent-nights,
trampoline games by day,
cry of the loser sister, still
echoing in the empty backyard.
Next door granny smiles, recalling
the immigrant boy’s fair leadership
for the whole gang, brief visit of
Martin Luther King Jr. boyhood.
Trampolin beckons her in
temptation, she sneaks into it.
Alas, her back screams
at the first leap, the little girl
inside her vanishes
into the ancient time.
By Byung A. Fallgren
Byung A. Fallgren 
Ha, yes – very true! The body doesn’t know this but inside it lurks a little girl still…lovely imagery!
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Ouch 🙂
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how playful, a little sad, a little poignant, excellent distillation of a narrative
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Thank you so much.
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😄 Thank you much, Derrick.
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Thank you much. 😄
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photoloveart said it well! 🙂 I had to chuckle as I had my “trampoline moment” attempting bowling after many years of not doing it. Ouch! lol
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Thank you much for sharing.
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We all want to feel young sometimes. No matter how silly we know it was in hindsight.
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I agree 100 percent. Thank you much for sharing.
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