Rusted cars, harvesters
growing milkweed are a
playground of dead hopes,
now home for field mice
and stray cats.
Upholstery and baseballs
furnish mice nests.

Memories pile in the
abandoned field until
little dreams crop up;
baseball diamonds, hide-in-seek,
(the old Chevy's trap
door is a good hide).

Alacrity vision remembers
little of the past while
bulldozer trails lead the
kids home to new playgrounds.