• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 05
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Frozen in Time

Motionless I wait,
In limbo, lost.
Why am I here?
Out of season, empty pool
undergoing a cleaning process.
No holiday makers.
Worst of all, no children.
Running, shouting, laughing,
clambering on my back hoping
I will take them on a donkey ride around
the camp.
Alas no.
But I know who will.
Normally I bear a sign,
"To the Donkey Rides"
I watch as they enjoy themselves
sad that I can't join in.
But then I'm only a plaster one.
Motionless I wait.