Doom.
Put a finger to it, and it's gone
Worry. Come to life
Tangible. Almost
"It is well" I mumble inaudibly
"It is well" I mumble again
It is the armaggedon. Mental ragnarok
Sirens wailing
Dread overwhelming
Gloom.

Men do.
Women are.

Despite the amount of moisture the playground gets,
footfall would not just let the green of the grass bloom.
Like the receding hairline of a balding middle-aged man,
the green patches of grass, unevenly spread across the field.

One leg. Then the other

Is how a man gets out of his pant trouser.

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Now that wall of clay and mud
has given way to bricks and blocks.
Path, paved by so many feet
now a-glow with tar and asphalt
House names matter no longer
Children now point out their father's house
in description with their left-hand finger.


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