Saturday, 23 May 2020

1983

we were kids
not even ten
when we found
our hideout ina
faded olive
winter-warped
waterlogged
hornet-infested
window cracked
trespass
warning
shack

middle of the pet
cemetery

i had to stop
reading books
late into the night
if i hoped to get up
early enough
to meet you all
there

but i could
not


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