nearly everyone under the age
of twenty-five
look like they
belong in a gang.
or in some
protest march, or something
rebellious.
anything to make them
feel alive.
the head
gear,
the shirts and signs,
the secret handshakes.
the menacing stares
as they look
into your eyes.
i miss Wally
and the Beaver,
Mr. and Mrs. Cleaver,
and even
Eddie Haskel too.
i miss those black
and white
times.
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