What Remains

My toes
On unwalked feet
Sank beneath the sand there
My hands
So soft and small
Swung from monkey bars there
My tongue
Unpracticed thing
Ate popsicles of grape there
My laugh
Of truest joy
Joined me on the slide there
My eyes
Bright and unfaded
Watched the stars for hours there
And yet
They tore it down
No tire swing remains there