This sunny day
not enough
seeming transparent
flimsy as a paper kite,
it's a pretense, a hoax;
the sun's a bright enough joke
to poke through
its evanescent scenery.

Only one child
under the bright sun
plays alone
in the garden;​
beyond the garden gate
well lost in the wide world

the playground is empty.

Jack D. Harvey’s poetry appears in Scrivener, The Comstock Review, The Ravens Perch, The Antioch Review, and many other poetry magazines and anthologies. He has been a Pushcart nominee. He lives near Albany, N.Y.