Everything Small Is Just a Small Version of Something Big - Empire! Empire! (I Was a Lonely Estate)

Summer, Linden County Park

Half the population beach-bound

Children doggedly swim

The maybe four-feet deep out the barrier allowed

But we haunt just a mile away

Tracing the faded white pant from a cross country track meet

When we come into an open field

I am reminded of summer camps spent as a Cub Scout

This is where they hid the «Golden Nuggets»

Rocks spray painted and scattered throughout the park

Like the San Francisco Gold Rush was in our backyard

I bent down, hands in the soil

And wondered how deep ten years would bury any unfound pieces

I think I almost expected to find one