in my youth and walking

    hot on the sidewalk

    the dirt and weeds bent

    whistle down

    and across the sky

    the sun bled

    into the blue

    like gumdrops

    and we laughed

    big hoarse guffaw

    laugh

    and felt warm

    and loose

    in our old shoes

    and sen sen.

    boise  aug 2004

 

 

 

 

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