Lee’s Legos

Baseball

 

Chasing Lee was fun.

That’s why they did it.

He had angry eyebrows

And threw bright Legos

At the chasers, landing upon

Grey, tar bubble, suburban

Streets…The Converse Kids

Smashed them to bits

With the intensity of their running

Until Lee’s red front door

Slammed into place, a plastic brick

Within his blue glowing home

They returned to the rules

of whiffle ball and hollow bat

Involving tops of trees, curbs

Telephone wires and mailboxes.

Rules… not involving Lee…

Who never, strangely, cried

Like I cried, ever, so strangely.

The pieces were picked up

By morning, by an invisible mom.

Occasionally a lone Lego would

Pop up during a rainstorm

Lodged against brown leaves

Neon yellow against a grate.

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20 Responses to Lee’s Legos

  1. thought provoking, intriguing…I love it!

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  2. apoetic1 says:

    Love the way you relay this story…

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  3. Kids can be so cruel….beautiful piece.

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  4. Nurse Kelly says:

    Love this. And reminds me of my son’s Lego days.

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  5. Great! I love how there are no adults present. Look at the 2 year old being taken care of an older sibling. Frequently, you raised yourself.

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  6. xaranahara says:

    Another great work, Elan. I can sympathize with the struggles Lee had with his peers, but I see strength in that he did not cry about it. He knew that they had no part of his world. Plus, props to the invisible mom picking up the pieces. At least someone cares.

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  7. Intriguing…
    The strength of one to stand up against yet not fight back the weakness of many cohearsed by peer pressure to be unkind. Kids can be cruel but I bet Lee’s character building escapes will no doubt prepare him for future life challenges. He will stand out just as he did in this story. He’s a survivor 🙂

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  8. Great pictures and verse, took me back to my childhood in the East End of London, this could have been my street.

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  9. traciruffner says:

    This made me sad for Lee and for the writer who strangely cried even though Lee did not.

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  10. megdekorne says:

    Gloriously beautiful Élan …and the photos so touching ! Love , megxxx

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  11. vivachange77 says:

    Love the bottom photo. Sad that children can be so unkind to others.

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  12. rlseaton says:

    Such cruelty can make one stronger, but unfortunately often also leaves a wound that may not be noticeable to anyone but the one wounded. And sometimes those are wounds only God can heal thoroughly. A very sad piece but written very well.

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  13. Aruna Talapatra says:

    Wow so thought provoking

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  14. Joyful2bee says:

    The photos go so well with the poem!! Good job!

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  15. Lauren says:

    Did you write this? I love this and the imagery you paired with it.

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