Danger: Children at Play
children playing beneath the porch
laughing, burying rocks in dirt
pulsing glow of a lit bug torch
cleaning hands on the other’s shirt.
the dark air hanging rich with scents
red white blue fireworks distant
echo boom and rumble torrents
the crickets chirr the ravens rant
my love, my kiss, my fallen star
I swore that I would run away
but I never went very far
hoping for just one more sweet day
under trees looking up at the sky
we hide away from grownup stares
there is no point in explaining why
that we do things no old fool dares
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