Tip The Writer

Keegan Roembke


Empty seats with forgotten names
A shell of bands once there
The inside painted royal blue
Weathered – now a robin’s egg
Seldom used, seldom sheltered,
Seldom sheltering,
Among trees and lush green grass,
Home to squirrels and bees
Unlike its sister in Rio
Its main foray is a picnic
Free for the use of teens
Surrounded by pools, tennis
Courts, it could use a cleansing breeze
Older from the humidity
Aged by snow in winter
What used to house the trumpets
Is now a home for splinters