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Hard, tough firebrick
red plastic-coated metal table,
holes for children's fingers
to get stuck in.

Shady trees cool places
to sit, picnic, kiss,
as ants crawl around, always
busy, never stopping.

Nearby, a path, joggers'
feet slapping the ground as
bicycle spokes cut the air.

Small comments etched here
remind us of 2005:
Josh was here.