Borrowed

A Powers
Mother and daughter reach over the fence to touch each others' hair.
It is a gesture they don't realize they understand.
Some other woman speaks to her son like an adult invalid.
A ball rolls, unclaimed, across the crushed rock of the daycare yard,
a miniature redhead dangling from its string.
The kids are borrowed and lonely, all white, seventy-two percent blond.
I think about climbing the fence myself and playing alone with them for a while.
But I've outgrown being borrowed.
Now, either they want me or they don't.

Published by A Powers

FIND WHAT YOU WANT ON MY ORGANIZED WEBSITE http://awriterpowers.yolasite.com/ A. Powers is an English major and longtime freelance writer. She enjoys sharing her experiences with crafts, films and other...  View profile

To comment, please sign in to your Yahoo! account, or sign up for a new account.