tot-lot

this evening, got back from a playground known as the "tot-lot." Ruby had fun sliding down slides after climbing up them the wrong way, like most kids.
this neighborhood is expansive, in my mind, because I've physically walked around here, was born and raised here, still not sure what street is what, the name of this place or that. Placelessness is tanglible; being somewhere is not (how are you right now?)
Where is as unknown as otherewise imagined. Ruby and I dance down the sidewalks to the songs we remember, might make up.