he comes to the park
at night
to try to stop
thinking

It sometimes works

It just hasn’t worked
ever since
he kept finding her
there

by the basketball field

in the dimmest
light

managing only the lamest
throw of a ball
to ever be witnessed

What’s wrong with
her?

And then she’d walk up to
were the ball
landed and pick it up
and walk back a few steps
and throw again

Not even close

This was no longer
a good place to
hide from
one’s thoughts

Not after realizing she 
was one of them 

Many thanks to LatinosUSA —English edition for featuring my poem, "to hide from one's thoughts"!

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Thank you!