I remember
the street
a paved avenue of daydreams
past the creepy house of wrought iron nightmares
lined with broad ditches and tall trees
daily---back and forth
alone or with friend
two boys thinking of now and then
we stop at the tracks
before the descent
and make a pact
“remember this moment forever”
sun in a blanket of blue
black and white runners on our feet
wind ruffling hair
stones that we have kicked all the way here
I begin to rise and float above the street
the town
and I see the tracks
and two nine year old boys
stuck in time and place and
I remember
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