underage
when sipping my first beer,
having snuck
into a bar on atlantic street,
called someplace else.
i can still taste that beer now.
the cold suds
on my soft chin.
i can hear
the music, and see the sway
of young girls
coming into the back door,
we were young once.
a long time ago.
and now we're over age.
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