Growth
On a nameless beach in Victoria,
A small tire was hanging from a tree,
Waiting for young children to play with it.
A vivid image of me playing on a tire rising
in my mind,
I excitedly ran to the tire and slid my body
through it
As if I were once again a young boy...
Without the help of my father,
Who used to lift me up to such high places,
That day, I could reach the tire easily by
myself.
Sadly, my body became stuck and couldn't get
out!
There, I was standing with the tire around me
like
A finger suffering from a small ring that
wouldn't come off.
While I stood there with a silly look,
I eventually realized that I had grown up
Since I last played with a tire.
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