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Hours of playtime mapped out in chalk

Stretching the length of a city block

The rising of the moon a suitable clock

Reflects in the fountain to which they flock

A row of brownstones which shape the skyline

Each with enigmatic attics and antique shrines

Once I charged through each yard without regard

While light passed through stained glass as leaves lay charred

Assessing the delicate contents of a robin's nest

In a mammoth woolly sweater pulled from a hope chest

Street lamps look like constellations from high on this hill

Not enough hours to indulge in each sensual thrill

All will be tamed as each one is claimed

Gratefully not one was seriously maimed

Chairs scrape linoleum as dinners simmer

These neglected recollections grow steadily dimmer

The click of advancing View-Master slides

Then off to bed before I even hit my stride

With permission slips to class field trips

That world now seems in full eclipse

With beachside arcades and costume parades

And lunches that were always homemade

Seldom infirm with dreadful and insidious germs

In the safe surroundings of someone else's terms