Brightly coloured kites
caught up eagerly by the trees,
while the wind jealously licked their tails
urging them to come play a while longer
Cardboard much more than just
pressed paper pulp, a world without
limits the kind of which I have
yet to experience
beyond those superficial walls
Ice cream trucks
tinkering along
playing the songs our childhood
fixations sprung from,
bright bubble gum eyes
contrasting with the
melting face they belonged to.
Knees
and concrete reoccurringly
did meet, and lessons
remained unlearned of
laces left untied.
Still I don't miss those
kool-aid stained lips,
now replaced with colliding
hips on a hot summers day.
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