Sun drops onto the rope and the kids at play
They are immersed they don´t speak they scream with not much to say
Looking up to where the world is attached to their games
Sunlight´s rays make their way into shrieks across the small park
Some of the kids in the shade
stuck on gossip and not wanting to feel the adventure
impatient sun still trying to trickle through the trees
to liven them toward movement
The tines in the rope squeal under the weight of several climbers
Untying the playground with their obsession with action
The morning sun does blind us one boy said
as he and his friends hauled the plastic boat up the concrete mountain
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