A Little Girl on Monkey Bars
by Dean Roan

A little girl
on monkey bars.
She swings on the bars
until day and night.
She swings like a monkey.
She swings like there is no tommorrow.

Then her hand feels like a
bump
on the road.
Her blisters swelled like the rain.
Her pain was like a deep cut
in her skin.

After her blisters swelled.
She cried like a
howling monkey.
In the moutain
it sounded like a cave.