The Playground At Dawn
The playground at dawn,
so quiet and still,
with no hint that anything could move.
Still swings;
a roundabout covered with frost,
a seesaw with no child.
No dogs at that time;
no cats - they must be somewhere else;
no hint of later on.
5/19/2015
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