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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.






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