things, young wishes,
of pretty
girls
and dreams. baseball.
frogs
and pocket knives,
sticks with nails
on the end.
knee deep
in muddy streams.
stars
to wish upon,
hiking through
the woods behind
the shopping center,
avoiding
the hobo camps.
just wandering,
picking up
rocks and old cans,
pop bottles,
emerald green,
useless
but interesting things.
opening the doors
of discarded
refrigerators, ovens
turned
on their side, rusting
in the rain.
it's a long but short
day,
before you have to go
home again.
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