swingsets and flower crowns

Daisies sway in the wind

A sweater falls to the grass

Overhead, the sky is clear

Slowly, the phantom disappears.

Eyes going dim and teary

Bloodshot like an alcoholic or a stoner

Let’s play games, pretend we’re children

On the swing sets, I bet my coping’s worse.

Back and forth, I can only run so far

Holding my breath till it pops like a balloon

In the open space, I see the balloon float away

To Heaven, to Hell, to home.

One by one, two by two

The jump rope is burning my dry hands

Chapped lips calling out nursery rhymes

I lie on the sidewalk and resign.

The hole in the ground is growing deeper

Shine your flashlight inside

It is empty, no one’s home

We can look again tomorrow, if I’m still around.

If I’m lucky, as the eight ball says

No one will notice the absence

It’s been a month now, not a word comes out

The sky is darkening, goodnight.

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