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06/29/11
Rampaging
Giddy, barefoot, boisterous, indefatigable Savvy and Parker, At the myth-enshrined ages of ten and eight, Rampage their grandmother's twilight-cool backyard, Armed only with their boundless intrepidness and ecstasy, Catching, in their hands, out of the mysterious obscurity, Ferocious dragons breathing, snorting yellow-hot iridescent fire, Setting night ablaze, with erratic scintillations.
And, oh, how proud of their legendary deeds these two are, As they overfill, with lightning bugs, the grass-stuffed glass jar, Whose lid Grandzo perforated, with hammer and nail. Placing their trophy on the kitchen table, Where they savor a victory feast of cashews and Popsicles, They assure us they've left a few creatures, to repopulate the sky And provide them with quarry for their next quest.
By tomorrow's dawn of the remaining cavalcade of days Allocated to our escapading heroine and hero, They'll have stowed away this evening's bounteous prey, In saddlebags memory will stash in its tack-house attic, Even as we'll still be reaching deep into our traveled rucksacks, To retrieve the wonderment we shared with our own children, In the unfathomably fantastical backyards they once rampaged.
06/29/11
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