The kids on 57th street were always giggling
Little round Hispanic cheeks red from the overt
Smiles perched on their faces on Saturdays in July
Soft chuckles muzzled by the flow of potable water
The red capped fire hydrant sprayed joy on them
Clearing their noons of homework or chores
The splashes, wet our superintendent Sam
And caused cruising cars to roll windows
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The Eclogues 