Imagine a big town of only kids,
sixty nine thousand five hundred and fifty
the older ones lugging toddlers,
all of them improvising games
in streets devoid of cars. Released,
they could have shed space blankets
and spread through neighborhoods
to form four thousand soccer teams,
watched by hundreds too small to play.
They might have filled, if we’d let them,
three hundred silent churches
all by themselves. Peeking inside
we’d have found pews crawling
and choirs of altos and sopranos.
Holding hands they’d stretch
more than fifty miles and look,
from above, like a map’s faint
curling line marking a river
that anyone could cross.
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