Eight kids—maybe 12 or 13–
Have claimed the top of the tallest jungle gym tower.
No malice—just kids stacking up on a slide
Wrestling gravity and conforming like sardines.
Just kids.
Until a voice twangs out—
“Ef you hurt mah son, ah weell cawll the po-lice!”—
What police? The fun police?
The non-Caucasian kids police?
The tween police? The grown up gestapo?
Whose only purpose is to smother spontaneous joy?
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