Asphalt heat, and stoic metal skeletons.
Rusted smell and glinting light off worn smooth bars.
A child meets another child, in a place unlike their back yard.
Alien, unfamiliar, exciting, and dangerous.
"Who is that," they both thought.
"Will he be my friend," they asked themselves.
One had the courage the other lack and reach out with a hand.
Time will tell a tale of friendship, hardship, and no ship.
Sharing secrets and telling them, to hurt and mend their relationship.
Who is that, they would always ask.
Are they my friend, they would always ponder.
Passing by the playground out yonder.