Note: Not much to say about this one. I did know very early that I did not want kids though.

Intruders

The laughing cries
of children
playing kickball
on the sweating asphalt,
intrude my thoughts.

Their voices
sing in the faint breezes.

Their smiles
sail towards my room.

I close the window
so they can’t get in.

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