their friends,
children gathered around the fire
at the edge
of creek
that runs
through the park,
along the rocks and
sand
but the dry woods
are nearby.
this is what they've done
every day
of their life.
catch fish, then fry.
play music
and dance while the hot
embers scatter
into the darkening
sky.
flames lick the trees.
before long
the police are there,
the firetrucks
have arrived.
how quickly they have
learned that
life is different here.
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