Before moonrise in green backyards

I'm It.

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Through honey breezes I chase

white shirts and Vans that disappear into growing shadows.

Across wet-penny earth I skip and listen beyond chirping crickets.

Leaves rustle.

Branches crack.

Giggles escape, "Shhhh."

I'm It.

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Do I swipe invisible, sweaty shoulders and end our game?

Or, linger amid fireflies rising under foot towards

awaiting angels and

delay sunrays tucking in for the night?

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I'm It.

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