Monday, August 22, 2016

the ball field

short and sweet
sour and succinct
the need for a car
the want for a body
lofting bottle rockets
at precisely the right time
I remember when we were
that free
when liberation
was a crime
tiny explosions lit
the ball field for a moment
we kicked up such anguished dust
longing for days ahead
longing back at us

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