Toys R Us
i: winter:
The small son of one of the workers
tight bundled for the bitter air
is pulling behind him down the littered path
a shallow cardboard box at the end of a string.
His chapped face glows red. His black eyes shine.
ii: summer.
The gutters are flooded.
Deft and quick-fingered
Two little boys lay matchboxes
In the shallow runnels.
Silent, they watch as they bob out of sight.