Toys

A Poem by Broken.

Blonde twirls
lay in ringlets
on her shoulder
messing with the
valuable treasure
that sits on the ground
Her pale, pale skin
and wandering fingers
around the bitter
wind that lies ahead
Oil smeared hair
sits stiffly on her head
tied with a rainbow
ball at the end
dark skin
and greedy eyes
troubling with
the same treasure
and they play
A giggle here and there
a piercing one at that
although their mothers sit near
yet are unable to hear
the grins their sharing
that floats in the air
Under a vast tree
that's out of place
and the tall buildings
that show their face
They can't help but laugh
at their plastic treasure
but they still play together
under that misplaced tree