The tracks ran Through the woods And ran over the trees But when they finished The ground was pushed down And the trees weren’t There it was a valley.
Old and young mothers push their girl and boy babies in little strollers. One child has dropped his tatine, but his mother just keeps on pushing him further and further away until all the child can see is a small speck of the rubber nipple in the distance. A sunny day follows a rainy day, all the children can’t wait to run and splash through the puddles that may or may not have formed over night. A chubby infant curious about the murky liquid at the end of the slide, decides to taste the rain water...oh so dirty! Aged ladies sit on a bench feeding hungry birds. Some return every day to the same spot just so they can have the same birds to keep them company. 7 centimes worth of bird seed. One woman pulls out a handful of bird food; half of it slips through her arthritic fingers; Her hair blanc and neatly curled under a hat, her rouge lipstick barely smudged at the corner of her mouth, and just past her wrinkled wrists, her ruby red nails have begun to chip.
Ring around the playground Pockets full of dirt mounds Playing, playing We all fall down.
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