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A Child’s Toys

A Child’s Toys
Jonathan Moya

The rocking horse is marooned
in a shipwrecked field.

The compass
spins once.

The tents under
the overpass

shudder with
the traffic’s weight,

needles, cigarette butts
replacing badges and campfires—

the jamboree
stripped out.

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