Anchored to a deaf beat
young love
or games of tag and “not it”
playing under twilight and
flickering lamp posts
necking, dubbing tapes,
gathering in school yards
or walking tentatively
hand in hand with your first crush
urban willows, shoestrings and
sneakers
doing the moon walk in the air
beneath the wire and the stars
while mothers called us all home
from
broken windows and rusted fire
escapes.
avoid parked cars and parks.
dye your hair, be home before dark
We knew what it meant to be
grounded
During the summer of Sam.
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