Childhood
by Armando Ortiz
As a child mother took him to the park
and there she bought two bags of popcorn.
One bag was to feed pigeons and the other
they had to share with each other.
They walked along the cement trail and through a tunnel
to get to the sandbox where the swings and slides were.
The metal structures were huge
and glistened under the gigantic lamp of light.
Those scaffolds of youth and imagination
now bring back old memories as he drives by
of when he would let go of mother’s hand
and under her watch lose himself in the playground.
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