At least 8 years ago, the oldest boy
installed a classic game on my machine.
His younger brothers each grew to enjoy
the play (the instigator’s now 15).
I showed it to their cousin. It’s a toy
that toddlers’ parents ration, fearing screen
time will distract their kid and dim his light.
Of late, I play alone when I should write.

(Ottava Rima)

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