The net panda
Children go in at the panda's ear and slide out at its paw.
A white trampoline on pink sand, full at opening, still full at closing.
By the third spin the children still want more; the parents are the ones dizzy.
On the top tier a child hesitates for one second, then goes.
Children climbing the orange nets, like a shoal swimming upward.
The children who climb it in the morning are still up there at dusk.
From the air, a colourful carpet; on the ground, a day is too short.
Climb one face, slide the other; first down, first to laugh.
At the top of the bounce you can see the whole park.
A little blue dragon lies on the grass, and children slide down its back.
Children who enter the pink castle only ever leave by the slides.
Slide off the duck's head, climb back up its wing, and the afternoon is gone.
A little yellow factory: slides for machines, laughter for output.
When it spins, the wind takes every chair and all the hair goes back.