A boy ran past me

on wet pavement

but the rain had stopped

the sound

of his rubber soled shoes

slapping the ground

under his abandoned

all in

run

took me suddenly on a time

travel

struck by the thought

that’s how we ran

it was the sound

of youth

He thought it was a game
as they waited in the rain for the car
he ran into the traffic
or tried
his mother blocked him
twice
then
lifted him up
and held him
our divine parent
does
the
same
for
us

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