This town looks dingy after a snow
the tennis court nets are still up
the gate is locked, but it is the playground
we're worried about
in the second floor of a pink house
talking about a wine dinner
pour me another proseco
imagine play, I keep thinking
neon words in a night picture
or maybe chalk on a chalk board
you can see the tower in the background
and the rusty fence
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