Magos Park

The slide was not always the slide.

The swings were other swings first
but then the wood-chippers came
and spat pine trees into the wide mouth
of the earth.

I kissed Alice once,
across swings.

We collided
and she held me
against gravity.
Her fingers warm leaves
on my ears.

I’m not sure what happened then.

When I looked again
she was walking
toward my house,
in a cream-colored dress,
calling back to me.

Added: February 17, 2012 | Last changed: May 31, 2014