behind me lives my youth
a carefree innocence
sublime infidelity to that
which my parents wanted,
insisting it was the only
road to take or journey
to follow - being an adult.
crimes committed single
handedly with friends
looking over my shoulder,
seeing, believing, tasting
freedom possessed...
rats in a maze set free to
explore the boundaries of
space and time, limitlessness
brought from the father and
the sister I never had...
crowns of disappointment
worn in remembrance,
hung on the peg beside the
leading us to our futures,
robbing us pragmatic
undercurrents of doubt,
walking along railroad
tracks in the spring
where the pot grows that
the police burned - sitting
on the roofs of our cars
inhaling the fresh air...
what we paid was priceless
memories saved in lock boxes
burned in california fires,
donated to those who knew
no better than we did what
brought the future home to us.
July 18, 2025
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