wavering grounds

hard to imagine
this empty field
with quiet stands
chained off fences
and a lone wind
whispering through
had so much life
the day before

not a sight of grass
to be seen at all
occupied spaces
with content faces
overpouring their seats
crammed parking spots
all for loud
explosions in the sky

the contrast
is bewildering
odd locations
change to suit
peoples needs
from barren lands
to celebratory grounds
it all depends on the day

as i pass by, the quiet cuts the night

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