The Long Weekend
-- Driving through
empty streets, floodlit,
waterlogged.
A toy pistol lies
abandoned in the gutter.
All the stray dogs
were rounded up
over the long weekend.
-- Netball courts
cracked and overgrown.
A skateboard lies
upside down, bleached.
The khaki torn tents
in the car park,
twitching in the
benign breeze
are the only signs
of movement.
The car radio
picks up only static...
-- I suppose I should
try and find some petrol.
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