Summer Memories
Summer memories
That Friday night
If I could have thought of something
When he was looking
125th street
the pictures
see them again
see them a thousand times
same as the old ones anyway
the night
people on the street
go home and sleep
its Monday again
the summer went to fast
in the park
a dim light flicked though his window
how did I get here?
stopping to catch his breath
staring out the window
he didn’t turn around
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