Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, February 15th 2017 dream
I know I probably wasn’t really awake. Maybe it was lucid dreaming. This playground used to be a centre of activity. Marielle and her feckless younger brother Joe loved the seesaw. Joe shouted “Put me down!” when he was up in the air for quite some time. I remembered his luminous but stained orange t-shirt. As for the twins, Dennis and Derrick, apart from their eyes and hair, they looked almost nothing alike. Dennis got this strongly chiselled feature and Derrick was naughtier, shouting “you, dumb boy!” feeling superior to his brother. They were always doing some sort of mischief, the best of friends and the worst of enemies. I also remembered the foreign boy Ameer, who’s always smartly dressed for playing. Now, they’re all grown up and left the place. Only the rusty swings and the hollow shell of this playground remain. I was still puzzling over this when I reached my little house.
Playground of the past
Children playing and shouting
Now they’re all grown up