There's probably
Half a dozen signs
Posted around the park
Saying that it closes at dusk
Doesn't stop us
Or them
Who's going to kick us out anyway
It's just a park
On public property
No one's here to tell us or them to leave
Just because a few signs said so
Those two who were also here
Were the cutest couple
Holding hands
And swinging on the swingset
I wanted us to be like them
Swinging on the swingset as the sun went down
We walked around the park
Balancing on the wooden beams that kept the wood chips in
Sitting atop of things we probably shouldn't be
Being at the park
After dusk
Made it all the more fun
The risk of being caught
Despite knowing we'd never be
Made it all the more fun
Why don't we
Go back to the swingset
Sometime after dark?
YOU ARE READING
Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
