like
the park outside
looks better
right when the sun
goes down.
the dimming of light
hides so
much dirt
and dust.
cobwebs and spills.
the unmade
bed,
and pillows thrown
about.
i look outside
to the sandlot,
to the rusted
monkey bars and slides,
the broken
swings.
everything is more
palpable in the dark.
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