mosquitoes buzz, bite, torment in the muggy night
we stand in the grass outside old house (I grew up here)
roman candle lit sparks fly up with a bang
watching with old friends after a walk around the town
streets and buildings setting off sparks of memories –
---------Pete’s, Co-op Post Office
back lanes of kick-the-can
walking three abreast
our large bellies belying middle age
the memories thick like mosquitoes
buzzing, biting
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