Frayed rope hanging from hooks
in the shed.
A sandbox overgrown with weeds like
a graveyard for half buried action figures
forgotten about by their owners.
Looking for rocks in the grass to protect
spinning blades and the shade doesn’t
cover enough to matter.
They beg for one more chance to make it
right, they adjust the lights so they can see
into the dark under the dense branches.
A multicolored umbrella is half submerged
near the bank of a man made pond.
It’s surrounded by chain link that creates no
obstacles for the teenagers who swim there
late at night
Man Made Pond
Teleporting Typewriter 