Away
ii.
No one comes
to play here
anymore, no
hopscotch, jelly beans ice-
cream on Sunday
afternoons.
Grass grows unchecked
through
last year’s
good ideas, kisses
wander
lost on their way
home.
No one comes
to play here
anymore, no
hopscotch, jelly beans ice-
cream on Sunday
afternoons.
Grass grows unchecked
through
last year’s
good ideas, kisses
wander
lost on their way
home.
