|January 2008 / Volume Eight / Issue One|
|Krinstine Ong Muslim|
The teenagers play basketball near the parking lot.
How they scamper and flinch reveals their nature.
The concrete, once part of the upturned mouth
of a mountain god, is now spread and trampled.
The agile bodies move: so many branches, so many
leaves, so many years left to break them all.
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