For a moment there were smiles.
The sun was obscured by children,
half-naked, bouncing on seven staggered mattresses
stacked on a smooth red-dirt yard.
The seasoned springs cradled, then propelled
their bodies until they seemed suspended
above the thick red clouds of dust.
Outstretched arms attempt to capture
or grasp, but can only wave blindly
at a moment passed.
--Ronald Davidson
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