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swing graphic

Where is here?

Park empty
swings swinging
red bench aching for warmth
have they forgotten the weeds
unattended near hastily placed
stones?

Engines pass
kicking up dust
catching an unaware eye,
house curtains closed,
who among the living lives
by choice–
through existence,
through every thumping beat?

Here the trees
grow ignored,
here the swings sit empty
as Life spent cocooned
unexamined, unsatisfied
alone,
withdrawal from the world.

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