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I glanced across a far field
to see children rush through its middle,
elated on a warm afternoon,
stained with grass and laughter
that sealed their young friendship.

Was my daughter among them?
Would she pass the hushed rules
of admission, find her way
at least for now as her father
stood beyond her sight,
longing for her to be sure
of her footing and still light.

— By Rüdiger Herzing Rückmann