The Domain

The citizens of an anonymous small town

are proud to announce that the
t-shaped domain is finally open to the
public again; a lengthy gravel drive to a
short square bare grassed area.
A cross with the top lopped off.

No swings tinkle or squeal.
No slides harbour leafy litter.
No space for yet-to-be-pegged tents.
No view through tangled macrocapra,
but dust-encrusted hedge along the edge:
a blind grassed and gravelled alley,
a dead-end, a cul-de-sac,
a trap, but not for the sun.

Originally published on geocites, early this century.