oh, she had her days
but those are of far away, now
echoes trailing back revel in children’s laughter
of games, and lemonade, and summer
here she lies, overgrown
an outline of once the home
tucked away in the corner of a misplaced park
more forest than yard
tales are told upon the rust
the creeping vines covers them up
the base lines sleep underneath
now shallow paths of grass barely deep
as trees bear closer
as the times forget
this vessel of once happiness
resplendent in no regrets
somewhere, the spark
the magic that once lit the sky
the innocent times
all still reflected here
in this, abandoned field.
I took the photos what feels like ages ago (here), the words came to me yesterday, well, 2 days ago now that feels like yesterday in my real time. this park is so odd, it is right on a major road with tons of traffic everyday, feet away, a little enclave hidden in plain sight, so strange.
my line of work is so nuts this time of year (12 hour days every day 6 days), i had an install tonight in Bensonhurst Brooklyn, the area has gotten so much nicer just in my short time with my company (15 years), you would think driving home (at this late hour) would be a breeze but of course there was construction in Staten Island and also on the GSP (sigh…), I can’t win sometimes.