Spin

I am eight
Playing in the
Backyard with
My sibs on the lush
Lawn spinning around
In place then trying to walk
A straight line wobbling around
Falling over holding on to tree
Trunks laughing our heads
Off then lying on our back
On the soft grass as the
World continued to spin
For awhile smiling but
Woozy a privilege of
Being children in an
Age of innocence
A right of all kids
To learn playing
More than we
Learned in a
Class about
How to
Have
Fun.
Yaw’ll
Thought
I was going
To draw some
Snarky Trump jab.
Now go outside spin
In place lay on the ground
Laugh and smile with your kid.
Oh yeah. Wait for it ...
And, still no spin
Pun yaw’ll.
Must be
Dizzy.