The Little Town That Was
The children have left.
The swings of your playgrounds only collect fallen leaves and twigs. Your rolling fields are now inhabited by rusting containers and cranes slowly crumbling away. Bright neon signs in foreign tongue occupy the old boardwalk,
and our waterfalls--oh, our beloved waterfalls--are now part of some package deal on Groupon. …but hey, this view, this backyard view, I still have you.