Ash in the Playground
Ash in the playground
dust on the seat
swings moving
in the heat
Built for laughter
holding signs
warning of the danger lines
Swings hang crooked
over clover beds
chains twisted
over heads
Slides faded
tired pink
plastic warped
before you blink
Paint peeling from the gym
stickers flapping on the rim
stray cats walking in the sand
owners of the broken land
Fence went up
to block the street
trucks rolled in
to beat the heat
Parents murmured at the store
hand on mouth
and looking sore
Playground closed
with rusty locks
tape across the sandbox box
kids watching through the link
puddles turning black as ink
Sirens stopped a month ago
headlines found a different flow
silence heavy like a wool
smothering the push and pull
Flowers pushed into the fence
marking changes
dark and dense
She didn’t know the kids before
just the story
and the score
Teachers talking safety plans
drills that no one understands
truck backfires on the road
class jumps
at the heavy load
Adults signing paper sheets
nods from experts in the seats
kids are counting inhaler puffs
mapping routes
when breathing roughs
Photo shows up on the screen
kids in air
a frozen scene
Comments listing who was there
memories of the open air
Parents scroll and look away
grief for strangers in the day
lives that didn’t have a choice
silenced by the heavy voice
Swings are moving
in the breeze
shadows rocking
in the trees
Ash is drifting
slow and gray
over joy
that went away
