This is an imagery poem about the games I used to play as a child.

The Playhouse

Rusted over in the
dew-dropped
summer

Ivy breaks into the
cracked walls
after

We were royalty or
orphans
hiding

Between the cobweb-filled
walls where
we watched

The daddy-long-legs crawl
and saw
dust grow

Curling through our jungle
over
our world

The wind whispers as we
forget
where we

Once used to play in the
dew-dropped
summer.