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Childhood, Neighborhood


Cicada shells that sticky hands attach

to dirtied shirts

 

Humid evenings echo with jovial screams

and patient parents calling curfew

 

Morning dew and the crinkling of autumn

leaves on foot to school

 

Soon, blizzards bring free days for slippery sleigh rides

and endless sweet cocoa

 

The melting icicles mean days back outdoors

and hunting eggs on Easter

 

Then school would end,

and the cycle would begin again

 

Until it wouldn’t,

and I’d wonder when those times had reached their end.

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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