Old Childhood Memory

Old Childhood Memory

Our brook harbored rocks, guppies and trolls
As freeway cars sped by up above
Where childhood oak trees ruled the skies
And sidewalks lasted a thousand miles.
I feel it now, the heated pavement
Biking down the curved sidewalk
Sweaty palms on handlebars
The cawing of crows high up above
Holding court on thick branches
To other creatures across the slow speed of day.
The lilac bush, the yard dividers
hid us so well from each other
And mothers and calls to dinner
Our shrieks as the neighborhood boys
Crossed our yard at dusk,
Dirty shirts, dirty faces, dirty feet on the way to baths.

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