CHILDHOOD MEMORY
SEVEN BY SEVEN Poetry Contest
Nette Onclaud-1/24/26
The Midnight Sun draped its eyes,
as three young kids ran wayward
down the park road, like Vikings.
The fjord was in the balance,
a canoe, dad's cigarettes.
The nicotine rush stopped short.
A drunk driver took two lives.
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