when
i
was
young
there
were
small
kingdoms of trouble soil
left-over
un-zoned
torn scraps
of
concrete and dirt
where
poor unkillable kids
on
hand-me-down bikes
climbed
and
claimed
in
mud and the rain
and
in
a
riot
of
pretty weed blooms
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