Childhood play yards
looked at thru the memory glass
red dot in the backgroud
a glancing look, another year past
recalling things buried in twists of gray
they're still the same
stopped in a reflective way
seeing it, feeling it
strong again
everything over,
everything at last
Oh! never again
I won't let them pass
the second is over
red turns green
rolling forward
burning gas
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