Poetry Playground Writing Prompt #36
Lives in Contrast
Joined at last
I met him at a campground
his family tented next to mine
we played in the sand
shared jam sandwiches and hot dogs
peppered with dirt
Late at night we played cards
at his site or mine
the picnic table lit with
lanterns that cast shadows
of our moving hands
When it was time to go
he took my phone number
I said he should visit me
he said he would
we were nine and perfect in our love
The next month the phone rang
his mother called to say
he was on the train
a five-hour trip would bring
Roy to me
He didn’t know
that the girl he met camping
lived in a mansion
behind a feathered lawn
maintained by a gardener