Sinking
your voice
i hear it inside
or out
it is difficult to tell
when there are so many
sounds surrounding me
unable to comprehend whether
it is only the growing crowd or if
the air is tensing for your return
the swings are slowing down
and the children tire from
their day. even i cannot
stand to see how this
will play out. i turn
to leave and see
you before me
but you're
already
gone
This poem is about:
My community