It's My Favorite Park

It’s my favorite park. It’s beautiful, in a just-died-dead-corpse sort of way, especially in winter. It’s so lonely, even when it’s at the intersection of three fairly sizeable streets. At night it’s even better (though isn’t everything?) because no one’s bothered to fix the blinking streetlight. It reminds me of when I was a child, with matches. Flicker, flicker. Gone.
All that’s really there are swings, and a few benches, whatever. Everything comes down to two things when swinging: You and Gravity. Gravity vs. Me. I’m fighting the universe. And for once there are no expectations, nothing they want me to remember. When I’m there, I can be clumsy instead.
This park is my battleground. For once in my life, I’m winning.