So, THIS would have been the day
When we would stretch after-school Nerf football
On the perfect patch of Connor Street between the power lines
Until the very last drop of daylight … and then some.
You could smell dinner on the table from each of the houses
along your deep post pattern.
our moms would yell us inside,
and we’d beg or ignore for five more minutes.
we could run under just one more tight spiral
on that perfect patch between the power lines.
One thought on “Over. Time.”
Nicely worded memories, shared by a small group.