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Games

I saw children playing

on the corner wearing

the smiles old prayers

often bid for the whole

block. abuelitas came

out of tired buildings

to sit on stoops tying

unlaced sneakers with

wrinkled hands made

before time. they looked

up smiling at the old

man with stories that

cough up on all the

corners loud enough

to raise blinds and

open eyes in all the

windows. kids who

think games never

end made the street

sing a babble of

fun that left imprints

on the crowds on the

well-kept sidewalks.

we drew nearer to the

truth that sabado

afternoon simply

to drink it still.