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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