Written by: robert sciasci


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


digging up the bones of birds I buried last week
carrying my clipboard 
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