April 25: Boys

by allisonkujiraoka

A stack of books
and some loose change
A pile of well-worn toys
next to dog-eared card games

Boxes collected, then forgotten
Scissors lying in their scraps
Balls thrown and left in corners
Plastic bottles and their caps

The evidence of their play,
the detritus of their day.
I’d rather have things tidy,
but then again, isn’t it better this way?

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