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I was only given the guideline that it should be children at play by the bank

 

 

with paper trumpets blaring to announce to all the land

 

 

 

she laid out the boundries with chalk

the traces of her imagination became her wonderland

 

 

 

naked and without fear we ran about the maze across the cement oceans

under plaster of paris stars

 

 

 

 

songs of la la las on instruments of air

politics of clenched fists and big smiles

a religion of not a care

 

 

 

 

flying high with wings of fallen leaves

 

 

 

 

hunting birds with crumbs of bread

 

 

 

 

every meeting blind man's bluff

exploring each other with feelings for our eyes

 

 

 

 

peek a boo our favorite sport

 

 

 

 

the entire world in the grasp of a baby's hand

 

 

 

 

the science of imagination

 

 

 

 

fueled by candied excitement

 

 

 

 

one last look before we leave the promised land

 

 

 

a culture where we lived so long ago

 

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