Do you remember the map of the world

or rather the U.S

spread out 

across the hot top?

We’d try to remember 

which states were where

chasing one another

around the map —

Well, they buried our world 

with another brick building,

cut the hot top 

into a fourth

of what it used to be,

and across the street 

they built an even safer playground —

don’t you remember the feeling

of wood chips in your knees?

or flying off the swings

and forgetting to land on your feet?

What about that feeling of weightlessness

as you soared through the air?

I keep asking myself 

why I try to recreate that feeling

in people whose feet

have never left the ground.