as she walked, a thought
solidified
that with no party she had
no day. just the semblance of time time
takes
so many breaks when you live
in a dream she found herself
now standing by a,
looking toward a,
staring at a playground, no children
to stare back, empty
as a winter field when
a playground has no children what
does it become?
she sat down to swing.
she sat down to swing.