2001.

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A silver bolt lines the gate we stand parallel to.
Orange and green overflow onto the playground.
A yellow four square court
plays with Blue kick balls
Your teacher shared with you that morning.
A plane crash.
Lips chatter. No sound.
She spirals down the slide,
A black shirt pushing a girl into the air.
Will she ever return?
A silver bolt thrashes into itself,
The yellow court cornering children
Until the blue kickball crashes
into the stone pavement.





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