park -
the inbetween time of late PM
i
see
its tall grass
and
torn cricket crease
have
forgotten me / forgotten my memories
park
is
indifferent in winter dusk
empty / insolent with space
i
was
always
a
friend
in the dog-walking kite-flying days
and
in the beer-popping ludicrous midnights
and
the
port
lights the river mist
into
a future glow
like
a
sci-fi disaster
low
over
the
the broken fingers of trees
i
stick
my
gum
on
a
traffic
post
to prove that i am here
from phys.org
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