Poem: Childhood Things

The slides and swings still bring a smile to my face all those childhood things

Poem: Playground of Ghosts

The hours of sunlight have long past
I’m here in the places where nobody comes
Once street lights are on and the kids have gone home
The silence of daylight still echoes here
But I can’t hear it over the memories I’m replaying

Poem: Careening Towards the Finish

Time is like the slide
we climbed on the old playground
from the top the bottom seemed
far away