Castle City

Crack-forked paving dusted a grey yellow,
Concrete moat to the kids' castle.

Wild castle garden overrun with dry grass and imagination.

Bikers skid across the forecourt chasing dragons in the hedge.
Dumping their steeds at the drawbridge they demand entry from a sleepy thumbsucking sentry.

Little legs pumping up stairs of pale peeled blue,
They rattle around the rooms poking at powdery masonry and steel threads.

Cobwebs and empty rooms hang in mid air.
Wall-less walls look over the street ahead.
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