because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

nostalgia

summer never smelled so good
as from the bottom rung of the ladder,
like sweet hot orange kool-aid
clinging and intense,
the nights stuck to your palms
and were hard to pry apart;
you could smile without asking and
it was just so much easier to look up.

One response

  1. good to see

    June 12, 2008 at 12:57 pm

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