15 Cents
A pack of cigarettes cost 15¢
those were the days
I’m not lying
I remember
my first flight
everything was different
I could see the back yard
the trail to the woods
under the baby robins
mouths wide open
mother flitting back and forth
back and forth
across miles of picket fence
wrapped around the shoreline
I brought her a cherry red
she let out a secret
Copyright © Ralph Mason | Year Posted 2014
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