Grow Up

Poem

Fla-Vor-Ices hit the pavement
Time travel makes it to the top of
The list — snapshot apex of
Delight
Fire hydrants, a glorious waste
To all children out from musty
Enclaves of learning — learning
past events
Or truths chewed up and
Re-lined to (sniff-cough-cough)
Regurgitate later when the moment
Seems best
Bare feet on spotless (not blameless) asphalt
Swept clean by the arbitrary cleansing
Of the contraption snarling curbside
Someone loves them, these children, dearly this time around

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