The Slide
was made of concrete
built into the hillside by the WPA in a park
which boasted a trailside museum of nature
but the slide
attracted the nature of children
to abandon safety
and hurtle to the sandy conclusion.
Cardboard or waxed paper
and the surface already smoothed
by thousands of sliders
made the trip
as quick
as
childhood.
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There was a giant slide in Louisville by an old K-Mart, you’d go down half-in a potato/burlap sack. I’m sure it would never pass inspection today. Love memories such as this one in your poem for where they take me. That quick as childhood is the truth.
Love how the title and the form ‘slides’ me into the quickness of childhood. Brilliant!
That ending! Thank you for sharing
Lovely! I can feel that slick ride.
I agree with what others have said above–the content and shape slide to the conclusion so satisfyingly
Thanks, all!
Enjoyed reading your poems this month, Greg!