a string
of lights
around the wooden
fence
that borders
the slab
of patio
red, yellow
green
and blue
sad party lights
aglow,
but she turns
them on
each night,
in remembrance
of what used
to be,
the long wild
forays into
the warm
summer evenings
when everyone
was younger.
how the music
played,
how the people
danced, how
sweet the colored
lights did
glow upon
their faces.
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