At
the playground
That’s
where
It
all went down
Things
happened
All
day
The
traffic from the ‘hood
Until
the lights
Interrupted
the night
Making
amber hued spills
To
splash into
Then
climb out
Shake
off shards
Of
fading glow
Then
dive headlong
Into
the waiting shadows
In
summer
There
are model rockets
And
Frisbee
And
that weird bunch of kids
Who
all ride unicycles
And
figured out a new version
Of
an old game
As
they circle
Swerve
And
toss a football around
I
made it a point
To
stop by often
Stroll
through
Toss
a disc around
Shoot
some hoops
A
little nature
To
nurture
Amidst
the urban land
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