The poem below is the soul intellectual property of the author, K.J.
Kofsuske. Please do not reproduce anywhere without permission.

Where have all the children gone?

I saw a piece
of sidewalk chalk
abandoned on the street;
its purple edge
just barely marred.
perhaps a letter
had been scrawled.

I saw a sprinkler,
lonely, watering
the lawn; no children
ran among its sprays,
trying to cool down.

I saw a basketball hoop
collecting dust
at the end of a perfect drive;
a half-deflated ball
had flopped into the road.

I heard the air conditioners
humming outside
but saw no signs
of life.