1975

1975 we sat silently on the porch I was outta breath from running children ran in those days some of us would wait on the porch for the sky to stop I was wearing a light blue jacket you were on my arm we watched the sun calculate its position and the sound of the pretzel man returning watching you on my arm watching me alone digging up the bones of birds I buried last week carrying my clipboard sketches of the newly planted trees who's leaves were stars I had markers, pens, pencils and chalk all the time I was so thin then when the days of our lives would drag on and the gravity of summers would destroy time passing