by D.L. Tricarico
When I first saw the sign
I'd been driving less than
a year and knew instinctively
that it was warning us
to brake because gaggles of
schoolchildren were in the middle
of hopscotch, four square, or
kick-the-can, and the city didn't want
them hit. But for just a moment,
the sensitive part of me
was looking out for kids
who were damaged, who couldn't read,
who had trouble interacting with others,
or who were in some other way
diminished and were just
trying to enjoy a moment
of escape and so they
might not see me coming.
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