I sometimes recall, in tangled thoughts
the likes of swaying daffodils
fraught with muddied hands
and untied laces
'Now, don't go too far,' Mother said
A phrase barely audible
as friends swiftly led me
to a land beyond paved streets
and dimming houses
Markedly exuberant we ran-
the childrens' Cognizant clan
Through dew and dusk
Enlightened
By the moon's luminous view
the cityscape soon fell silent
to the choir of crickets chanting
With eager grins we arrived
With no mind of time
To this marvelous place
That nightly await just for us
And at this place, this place just for us
with the breeze, and the trees, and the boys' pungent musk
were we finally set free and allowed simply to be
something discernible as ourselves
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