Possibility days by Merritt Waldon

At the edge of town there's a park
Now you have to go through town to get there

I used to hang out there all the time through
Out the night drawing or writing

Sleeping in the playground tube
Watching junkies shoot up
And high school kids get there 
Rocks off

It’s the community park

Couple times I remember having sex there
Myself, those are stories of a lot older days

Its also one of the same parks I used to go
To as kid with my dad for soft ball tournaments

Now it just sits hardly used, except by scarce random
Power walkers; slightly abandoned place

Then I remember the line from the counting crows song
possibility days
Are impossible

Merritt Waldon 46 year old who lives in Southern Indiana. has had work in Fearlesss,

the brooklyn rail, be about it Zine, 4th american & others anthology, riverdogs, crisis chronicles website,

cheap and easy zine, / an a book of poetry with Ron Whitehead published by Cajun Mutt Press -Oracles

from a strange fire.