Rigney Deliso

We hit the pinata

With so much joy

And so much laughter

Like we’re little again.

We pile onto the hammock

Like we’ve always done

You?

     Me?

Us?

     Oh,

How deeply

     I wish 

Those words 

I dig a hole into the ground

To get to my old height

So maybe all my childhood friends

Would speak in more than just short texts

Before I knew they talked behind my back

I gather rocks and stones

Even your favorite subject can be your hardest.  

Even the "smart ones" will fail. 

Even good grades become futile.  

Even a textbook won't teach you.