we would spend with dirt
and sticks,
a fallen tree,
the stream overflowing
with a hard
rain.
the frogs and turtles,
the storm
drain.
tomato cans lined up
for target
practice
with our BB gun.
a snake under a rock,
the discarded
corpses of washing
machines,
refrigerators with the doors
torn off.
broken mason
jars,
the jelled bottoms gone
to rot.
the playground
was endless in those woods.
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