Once there was a garden of long weeds,
Stalks of wheat and grass to my untrained eye.
The grasses abounded
With mosquitoes and flies
Biting at my young arms.
And my legs ran by, hurrying to enter
The dark, smoky room of games,
Old and new. The tight togetherness
And the pounding excitement
Of descent into a mystical dungeon,
With a sweaty release of [...]