Children

They jumped all around us like frogs

“Turn the torch off, the light

will bring us bad luck.”

I noticed their small hands,

knives

A group of drunken children

a black, buzzing box on a line

(moons in a sack)…

They quickly walked away towards

the flyover

as if frightened by the shape

of your dentition.

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