Legos (Day 1, 2017)

Today is the first day of National Poetry Writing Month, where the goal is to write 30 poems in 30 days.  (You should try it.)

Legos

There are Legos on the floor,
sharp plastic edges and
round protrusions hiding
just beneath the rug’s shag,
tiny, molded blocks
that cost too much
and have never once
been formed into their
intended on-the-box picture
but exist only to scatter
on hardwood and carpet
where bare feet press down
with the full force of adult responsibility.

They will never return to the bin,
never be bagged up,
never be missed 
by your son 
or your heel 
and no amount of 
swearing
or sweeping
can make your living room 
safe.

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