KIDS ON OUR STREET
-
Mike Jenkins (U.K.)
Down a gap in the
clouds
as big screens
flicker and flash,
mistresses,
masters of the tarmac,
so rare in our
village
yet here a common
sight,
on wheels they
turn
the sun into
moonlight :
bikes,
skateboards, scooters
their laughter
raising sparrows.
I think of Pen
Dinas
above our council
estate,
running races,
haring down slopes
on home-made
go-karts,
footie games and
flinging stones :
the bruises and
scrapes
tattoos of our
adventures.
Down the curve of
our Close
shouting to the
clouds,
balancing and
daring
on the last beam
of light,
in the playground
of their making,
the kids on our
street.
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