Scott ____

The air is densely hot over Crestview Park.

No one is allowed after sundown, so I’m here.

I walk past the swing set and climber-dome.

A train sings, a dog calls.

I touch the concrete table where God spoke.

Cars collide in the distance, yet crickets trill undisturbed.

A little bat flaps above my hair

As I wander into the softball field.

Grass hums, trees silhouette, a planet blinks.

God speaks again.

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