Smiles flashing,
like memories
of some distant sun,
they pursue
the soccer ball
with feral glee.
Their communication
is joyous,
a staccato burst,
an ethnic melange
born of the urgency
of the streets.
They are aware,
but do not see
the syringes, condoms,
empty bottles;
an alternate reality
from another world.
Dealers, junkies,
pros, and winos:
all known and greeted equally
by these small,
energetic
dreams of tomorrow.
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