In memory of David Auman
1975-2008
Molded Expressions
By David Auman
As a child I would
go to the playground
on rainy days
when other children stayed home.
The empty swings and slides
stood against the gray mist background
like sheet covered furniture
in an empty house.
I knelt on the muddy ground
playing with small plastic soldiers.
Sitting by shallow puddles
I would try to drown
the soldiers under my hands.
The murky water rolled
over their faces.
their grim molded expressions
never changing.