Wednesday, October 2, 2013

The Decider (Poem 183)

"I don't like your game, 
and I don't want to 
play with you," said 
the brown-eyed boy 
as he scrambled to his feet 
and brushed the musty sand 
from his seat. "So you 
can't play anything either!" 
As he walked away, 
the peaches-and-cream girl 
and her freckled older brother 
sat still, stunned into inaction.
Then they, too, stood up 
and went home, 
leaving the sandbox 

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six

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