Social in Seclusion

The woven rails of faded steel
Surround a small secluded field
A splash of black across the green
The tufted grass and asphalt seams

The moon above, incarnate glow
A crescent lamp of fleshy tones
Suspended high in pools of blue
And down below my sorrow grew

But broken fast the gloom became
By brief reprieve releasing names
Togetherness and social games
As high above the crescent wanes