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The children of the streets
kicker a rougher ball
in an asphalt schooling.
Pents and hexes,
patches blending gray
and darker.

Scuffled knees bleed lonely,
parched lips, moistened thereby,
feet calloused from stick waving
and trips to the can.

Parents unseen, lost
in a trailered forest,
filled with pavement, dust,
loud music and wild dogs.

Cul-de-sac de vie.