with sirens, shouts, honks, and horns
solar rays over an asphalt haze
lingering long lunar days

basketballs poppin’ off
the pavement
like bare feet on hot
sand
running bases, bicycle
races
dirty sneakers with
untied laces
fire hydrants drenching
a burning land
comic books, gumballs,
hot dogs, hamburgers,
the ice cream man
fistfights, tree forts,
sleeping under the moon
will-o'-the-wisps . . . gone too soon
with skies and wings
on the edge
under the sun that
warms
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