what would one do to keep those deep days
steep days
the times before lost loves and dark drugs
before you went there
and he blanked old stares
when my feet would hold dirt
sweet meaning for short
lazy summers of sunshine
wars between girls and boys
between your side and mine
water balloon bombs
sitting on ice
while thin seethrough choke ropes guarded the streets
mosquitos feasting on young hostages
tree swings and
scraped knees
rotted wooden first forts
the beginning of something
falling on end
a wish to repeat
never succeed
so one lives living with no needs
so one lives living as he shall please
Author notes
option #6
A contest entry
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550 points, ended May 29, 2007, 19 entries
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