At the end of the driveway

 At the end of the driveway.

At the end of the driveway the world is running. At the end of the driveway the world is passing.

Kids wander by houses and gallop past trees. Kids skip along,their faces smiling. In wet and dry kids pass by.

Inside their heads their thinking. Inside their glasses the kids are blinking.

Not yet seeing,not yet knowing

That what’s gone is a new beginning, that what begins is already growing, fast then faster

Adults, with their wild looks spraying in the faces of playful kids to adult sites.