with beer. cans of beer
sitting around
talking
about girls.
spinning records.
all of us friends
in the same neighborhood.
we played
ball together.
went to school together.
and now we
were at a cross roads.
about to grow
up and join
the world, but not quite there.
we passed a joint around
before
some went off
to work, some to college
or married early,
a girlfriend giving birth.
some put a needle
in their vein,
those you never heard
from again, but wish
you could.
you imagine grabbing
their hand and saying
no, putting
them back together.
all of us
having a second chance.
sitting in a circle,
laughing, drinking beer.
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