an old clock's crackled nagging raps
on sleepy slumbering eyelids
wakes up the transience of dawn
rushes through breakfast runs to school
a spherical ball this globe small
in the playground watches it roll
but what was bouncier,the ball
her wild spirit or that girl
the mystery never unfurls
on the dreamy way back from school
the orange traveler above
becomes her lovely firefly
which she must prepare to catch
in her grand ma's butterfly net
for her cool digital scrapbook
and therefore the stupid sun
who's also her hooky playmate
is playing hide and seek with her
a day in her bag,homeward bound
the happy lil' girl hops around
in dusk's magic evanescence
but still the sun is on the run
to hide or seek another one
another place,another time
another school,reverberates
with laughter,kids teeter totter
in what looks like the same planet
the kid girl-civilization
the sun her inspiration
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[ ED - a childhood flame that still does burn!]