The exploration

Searching for a secret place

Our own


We played this game as children

We still need it now

Down here wet cement vaults

And muddy shores

A shunned place to make camp


Underneath it all

Beneath the games

On the refuse of others

We find some color

Some rest

And the world goes away for a while.



G.S., late '92



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