This is for the blue haired
by Robert Tustin

This is for the blue haired
Girl in Valor Park
Who slowly swung
On that rusty swing
With her head down
And gently sobbed
While those long chains creaked
From dusk until way after dark
That warm night in April
When stars and fireflies
Refused to shine
And even the glass bulbs
In their plastic globes
Atop their tall cast iron poles
Would not brighten.

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