Child's Play

Duck

You sit in a circle,

the song punctuated

only by the

space between

children.

 

Duck

The fear of

exclusion

grows at each

revolution,

as her hand

pats,

then passes, you.

 

Goose

Then, as she

hits harder

than before, yelling

the magic word, you give

chase, your hand outreached,

waiting for the

touch.

 

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