how it was

on these hot streets

slugging kaboomade

while children played among slow cars

whose drivers yelled when a ball dented their hoods

the hot slap of sneaker rubber when you ran

besides me, our thin legs propelling us away from the law

who stumbled at the head of a long litter of donuts

how we gasped! caught our breath!

we were alive then

The End

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