Children

Have you ever noticed
How children wiggle and waggle,
Spinning down the grubby city slide
Like happy yellow snakes?
The sun shines on their little faces
As if the neighboring dark sounds
Are nothing but another laughing day
No matter how daunting.
Children throw themselves down
To slide again and again
Mindless of the ugliness
That might await them at the bottom.
As if the sun will always shine
Upon the summit
And the moment Is all that matters.

c. Graziella Radici

(GL Contributor Graziella Radici resides in the Greater Carroll Gardens/Gowanus Metroplex.)