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frolicking angels
shrieking in a gale of
glorious laughter
a portrait of a life
drying in vivid color
landscapes all around
trampled grass
fading in its own green
a discarded newspaper
on a bench
comics strewn a clutter
a rainy blue bridge
just beyond the ball fields
birds flocking the phone lines
overhead
to get another glimpse of
the bustling city traffic
a truck horn honks a serious
hello and move on over
overtures of a society
can be heard in the foreground
a crispness takes a hold of the
autumn air
running shoes of every size and
speed dot the park's foot paths
school for these children
of today is a figment
of their future imaginations
ah but for this afternoon
rehearsal
they are just
what I first suspected
frolicking angels
shrieking in a gale of
glorious laughter
my soul tells me
as I watch them
that God surely must
have endless playgrounds in
his finest hills of heaven
just like this..........
(written Jan.1,2006 7am