At the Pump

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

AG

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