July 10, 2016

Saturated sweet honeydew days

and standing at the corner

thinking we were cool


Bottle caps from parking lots

and drinking Coca-Cola

sitting on the stools


Bookmarked memories on

dogeared pages

of mistreated books


Reminded us we were still young

not yet absorbed by

each other's looks


Umbrellas of


we didn't understand


Long talks at night

in sticky air

holding each other's hands


We were long lost then found

each other in

the jungle of teenage years


We said, "don't shoot," but

they didn't listen or maybe

they didn't have ears

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