The vision gets you before the sounds.
It is strewn. Pine needles and tree fruits,
A jellied snake, a pink lolly bitten through.
The canopy of trees bend from the road
Unaware of the muted geometric patterns
Patterning the ground. The trees bend in from
The road over the rain-soaked ground.
Bright mechanical marionettes emptied on
The moon-washed ground.
leftovers from days of hard play and joy
On Nanny's day at the Hag's Playground.