Prince Phillip in a can

some

kids disappeared in the summer,

they

went off to camps.

gone

for six weeks,

they swam

and shot arrows, took

canoes

out on the lake,

they fished

and sang

around the campfire.

it was strange

to have

them go away like that,

missing out

on our summer adventures,

sliding down

into the storm

drain

when it rained,

into the woods to sneak

around the hobo

camps.

they never climbed onto

the roof tops

of the drug store

and bakery

or slid down

a downspout.

they never cut their palms

and became

blood brothers

with a kid who did the same.

they never

did any telephone pranks.