we   kids   friends   brothers and sisters   

come out in ones

and twos

with baseballs and mitts   jump-ropes and jacks 

to play in the street 

play catch

or hopscotch or double-dutch

jump rope

to rhymes in rhythm

ā my name is amy   i come from alabama

my husband's name is allen   

and he sells apples

occasionally   one of us

would warn   car   

and we would briefly yield the street

to the intruder   

the rest of the time the street was ours   

on a spring day

when was the last time

you felt

light as a feather on a spring   dandelion   day   

it may be time to find the child within   

and ask   want to play