Hyde Park
Sets of swings sit on the east corner
next to the electrical wires the shoes dangle from.
A dingy yelloow slide shows signs of happy memories made
and graffiti reads "Jenn H. gives the best head."
Green bushes line the wooden fence;
the seventh graders smoke over here.
The bench by the entrance memorializes some hero
and dirty needles scatter the ground underneath.
The monkey bars had been repainted blue recently
and someone hung themselves there once.
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