Saturday, November 26, 2011

Seven kids stacked in a dog-pile
After the snap in a game of touch football
They have no referee, so they manage themselves
Based on the honor-system.
Screams and shouts echo off of the sidewalk
Scribbled with chalk;
Hashed out games of tic-tac-toe,
Hopscotch, and foursquare.
They play all of these games until the rain comes,
And washes it all away.
Or until the snow shows its ugly face and blankets the earth,
All the while saying,
"Here's a new playground,
Try something else."

And the kids, they make do.

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