hydrants and wrinkles.

stones feel
red hot
silent
bottoms of
pink toes and
hard heels
bounce.

we took
pleasure in
the tower
of wet

refreshed
in white cotton
and store bought
uniform,
we darted
and jumped-
the red man
spewing
from above.

shiny hair,
matted locks
on backs,
swollen eyes
and out of breath.

we were the same.
children
loving the moment
till the light dimmed
and our teeth
chattered
in the summer
evening heat.

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