Freeverse 311

4/7/20

walking past the abandoned field
where the grass is just as manicured as before
my fingers bump across the locked chain link fence
my brain thinks of ghost kids playing soccer
kicking a smoky sphere through the dew
late at night the tall floodlights come on
the place grows more desolate
yet I hear the echoes of cheering parents

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