4.14.2015

Outside Listening In

Grey lifts to chatter.
I tiptoe, hover, listening in,
bewildered by verbiage,
maze of fanciful descriptors
entirely out of context,
challenged to even begin imagining
context for your best ruffian argot.
Where are you inside your pillow fort?
I wish I could go there.
But you recognize
despite my languid protest
that adult concerns counterbalance
your bright menagerie of words
with which to play I am no longer invited.
Instead, it is my privilege to witness
from a short distance--

#14 of 30 in April! Sharing on The Tuesday Platform in the Imaginary Garden. Sigh!