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Playground on a Winter Night
The perfect snow has covered every footprint
eliminating every trace of play
on the ground at the base of the slide
and formed a sugar-crystal glaze
on the bars of the jungle gym
The swings have not been taken down
Their chains sway back and forth
propelled by childish ghosts
whose laughter masquerades as wind
They race to see
which one can fly the highest
then skitter off to climb the jungle gym
and tumble down the slide
leaving no trace of their play
no telltale footprint
in the perfect snow
She thought about just giving up on
the idea of going to the party, but
when she considered alternatives ...
Everyone agreed about where the wall came from. It was what was left of an old grocery store...