the kids shrill over
the music, tagging each
other with super-soakers,

whipping through a street
littered with empty hug bottles
and candy wrappers

i stumble upon police
tape lining a neighborhood
where blaring speakers

are piled like totems
above the bodies
sweaty from riding back-

beats a Dj unleashes
from his makeshift booth
among the row houses'

warped wooden porches
of scattered dominoes
and shuffled cards

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"I used to walk through the valley
like Psalms 27"
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