jumping bikes over triangle speed bumps

around the fountain that never runs

 

hide and seek in the morning

ding dong ditch at night

 

in the shadows a heartbeat is a war drum

of some indigenous tribe

 

crouching in the bushes

where sprinklers are broken

 

and mud consumes soles

firecracker wicks meet the cigarette lighter

 

in the armrest of a minivan

soda bottle shards

 

blackened dry grass

parks like war fields

 

every piece of garbage in the street

kicked around for a block or two