PROMPT I: NACHOS
12:46 AMI was feeling quite nostalgic when I asked my best friend to give me something to write about, she simply answered "nachos". though quite amused, i remembered this school i used to go to located in our subdivision (Villa Barcelona). It has a small population of tight knit children and i loved it there. I said "okay, buzz me after 15 minutes."
here's what i came up with:
there was a place grounded in Barcelona
made of chipped paint and rusty flagpoles.
stained with the faint aroma of nachos
there was, it seemed, a park of the juvenile
though this world hides from lines in maps
among the latitude of haste and tides
we see the gaps, the wastes, albeit the age
we see the surmise, we seek the wise (we)
-hear the lies by the park in barcelona/ A.S
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