the distance that keeps you

the park
was just as you left it
the ice cream soundtrack
the cigarette butts
the crooked nose guy
with the hello kitty backpack
walking backwards
around the poplar tree
the thoughts
that collected
right at the base of the slope
where we would lay
after rolling down the hill
we were spinning
and we were so high
that it didn’t seem
like there would be a way to get down

we finally made it
but sometimes i wish we hadn’t

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