WaterparkA Poem by Dana Alsamsam
The way the giant bucket
That cascades water Seems to have shrunken Considerably, the waters impact Eternally lessened. The lazy river shorter. the deep end shallower. The slides Slower. The way I wrap my arms Around my stomach Until my knuckles are white In attempt to obscure What I used to show freely. The way I no longer Become temporary best friends With the person next to me In a mere five minutes. The way the iconic Chlorinated scent Now recalls memories Of past adventures instead Of creating new ones. It all makes me think Maybe as we get older, Our world expands, But everything within it Gets smaller. Maybe some objective Lens is peeled back That makes the water park Lose its sparkle.
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7 Reviews Added on May 26, 2013 Last Updated on June 3, 2013 AuthorDana AlsamsamChicago, ILAbout"my brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness." i dance, write and play violin. i'm studying english and training in dance in chicago. i like spooky things, red lipstick, caffeine, punk/indi.. more.. |

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