The mothers come to watch their kids
run and jump and fall
Thirty six people play here in the skids
at the local, once-popular mall.
Korean, English, Spanish, Japanese
hit curious ear, no one is here to shop.
Community centers replaced, if you please
by climbable fiberglass props.
But it’s warm in here and playing is free
so this little alcove is packed.
Awestruck merchants stand, others properly grieve:
the hole in the dam has just cracked.
Kids don’t understand, but pack up the van
to move in with great auntie Betty.
A beautiful Persian talks to her son as a man.
Barriers disappear, a new village springs up, ready.
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