Watching, silently
on the edge of the
playground
a father dropping off
children
releasing them to the school
amid the controlled chaos
a living “Where’s Waldo”
poster
the schoolyard, playground
this morning
watching the forming, a
living thread
a ribbon of children,
running, skipping,
dancing across
the blacktop, together
being children, free,
out in the open air
snaking their way,
through the hopscotch
the jump rope,
the tag and the banter
coursing, like ants to the
nest
following a scent line in
the dust
no hands were held,
but they moved
as if connected, giggling
a ribbon of children,
moving,
laughing together
Edited April 28, 2013
“A ribbon of children”
Edited April 24, 2013
“Ribbons of Children – v2”
August 29, 2008
“Ribbons of Children”
Pembroke Village School
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