In the alleyway the children play,
and today play means screaming,
means catch me if you can.

Time time time, they say,
between the shouts,
so loud
I almost stop doing taxes
because fair is fair,
and someone called time.

I remember the game.
I remember the rules.

I do not remember how it was
to shriek my laughter
through my neighborhood
like the boss of space and time.

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