Playground Memories

Asphalt streaked with yellow

Ice cream and bubble gum splattered in spots

Rusted shadows of the jungle gym creep across the lot

Time means nothing, fun means everything

Like silent ghosts playgrounds listen

To children and painted ladies

To amused fathers and bored teens

Witnessing years of laughter and dreams

Secrets and scandal and insanity

When all have gone, all that remains

Are remembered days.