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Swaying wooden swings
Whisper to each other

The wind blows dry leaves,
Scattering messages across the park.

The white, lacy blur
Of a girl

Polished black boots drum along stone paths
As the boy calls out her name.

"Come back, Margaret!
I didn't mean it!
Come back!"

Ghost Park Sariel Hana Friedman
Sariel Hana Friedman, 9
Pacific Palisades, Californii