Someone opened a hydrant at
the corner of Troy and 5th and all
the little kids stopped what they
were doing in the dirt. They left
their imaginations and games by
the vacant lot next to the family
drug store. They left their chalk dreams
unfinished on the pavement by the
playground to bathe in the water.
Their bodies contorted like Aztecs
in worship. Shaking, shaking in dance
as the water pooled all around them.
Giving up their childhood for a mere
moment in which everything is ideal;
a true nakedness in which nothing is
ashamed and the lives we live are not
burdened by tameness.