Child's Play
We're in the park, at seven years old.
The game: hide and seek.
"FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!"
The children had scattered. Everybody
wedged into some odd place.
"Ready or not, here I come!"
Dylan is found under the slide
(Jessie is missed underneath a pile of coats).
The game was almost done by 6;
two hiders remained.
"Billy, are you ready for dinner?"
Play time being over is signlaed
by the voicees of single mothers out of apartment doors
and street lights turning on.
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