Sand Traps
By john clare
You must forgive me as I am too easily ensnared by the past
Trapped by a boyhood some sixty years ago
I know I should avoid the circle of sand
Baited with Tonka trucks and other lures
But every time I step right in and soon I'm caught
Not kicking and screaming but blissful in the live trap
Gorging upon the surrounding steam shovels and bulldozers
With little desire for a catch and release to reality.
And is it any mystery we Pappa's build our own sand traps
Scatter about choice toy bait
In hope of luring over a grand one
From the no trespassing fences our own keep them in?
Keeping from the traps of sand they so want to
Be captured in.
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