In the square between the Parliament building and the "Cubo de Revellín", a cute little black girl rode her bike in circles, gathering all of the leaves from the square and piling them in the middle. Under her round silver rimmed glasses she wore a patch on her right eye.
"Yoohoo!" she shouted, throwing her work in the before beginning a brand new pile.
After scattering her middle pile about the square, she changed places and made a pile in the corner, only to kick it to pieces upon completion.
Where were her parents?
Each time she mounted the bike, the tires lowered a half inch. She needed more air in them.
The menace of passing tourists invading her square prompted a hasty retreat.. All that was left were scattered leaves...
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1 comment:
what, do you think you are a poet?
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