On Weekends, by Ann Privateer

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On Weekends

by Ann Privateer

I skirt the farthest corners
Of the empty schoolyard
Its perimeter grows weeds
And other cast-off things
While I am mainly interested
In the soft soil underfoot
There’s always something new
A flower, a puddle, and weeds taller
Than the week before
Weeds gone fallow or to seed
Flowering near an empty
Chocolate milk carton.

To the east, the redwood grove
To the west, chinning bars
To the north, a chain link fence
And neighbor’s backyards
To the south, the school’s facade
And eventually my home.

About the Poet

Ann Privateer is a poet, artist, and photographer. She grew up in the Midwest and now resides in Northern California. Some of her photography has appeared in Third Wednesday, and poetry in Voices 2022, to name a few.

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Photo Credit: Markkaempfer, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons. Modified by Veronica McDonald.

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