The mulch is damp and clings to my boots
by tnsW3r
· 13/12/2025
Published 13/12/2025 19:15
The mulch is damp and clings to my boots.
Everything here is the color of a bruise.
The slides are cold, sheet-metal tongues
waiting for a heat that isn't coming.
The wind catches the middle swing.
It doesn't fly; it just twitches,
the chains clinking like a dog on a short leash.
The black rubber seat is twisted,
catching a sliver of the neighbor’s porch light.
It looks like a mouth left open,
black and wet under the street lamp.