Memory Lane is a Cul-de-sac

I’d like to thank you for the knockdown!
It has been a while since I have had a moment of rest,
ass over tea kettle wasn’t what I expected
but a seat in the grass to ingest this
Earl Grey of an insult, isn’t so bad.
I do love the green stain of a knee capped in denim
even when the blow to the bend came from behind,
in every summer soundtrack before seventeen,
a distant lawn mower
a prop plane overhead,
how wonderful to trip back
down memory lane
adult bullies reminiscent of fifth grade
dodging responsibilities rather than dodge balls
across the time and space
from playground to higher ground
swing set chains rattle
Kool Aid jammers sweat