remember when we were kids
sixteen, on rollerblades in residential streets as night fell on our tiny town
new blacktops were our haunts when moonglow was gone
the waxing and waning deciding where we went
as 10 pm rolled around spinning through a parking lot
a cul de sac
past the retirement home on our way back to my front porch
at the exit of the park
mexicans leered as we flew down
the arching hills before the river and the bridge
the treatment plant and the trailer park
before hitting the highway that's the main street
as fall fell
we'd be at your parents's farm
burning up the wood from the old house
bonfires and truth or dare
baseball caps hiding our dirty hair
midnight, three, dawn
mountain dew and frenchfries we cut ourselves
too much footloose and dirty dancing
everything we used to be


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2002, jessicarane