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That one sidewalk square where we sold lemonade [poem]

We sat on tree stumps
with our piles of useless Words
and made glass houses our sanctuaries.

We took pictures of
pictures of
People taking pictures of
things like sunsets and shadows
and opening presents..

like moments were prisoners we could chain to
our scrapbooks
and to the corners of our smiles.

We once woke up like
underneath the streetlights was a
Something
better than sand castles and
birthday cake

and we were sore losers.

But at least we still tasted orange juice
when we drank it
just to make sure that
we still liked it

called it OJ sometimes.

And we wanted you to like us
and make playdates with us
and share your toys and the spaces in between your fingers
with us.

And we’d climb trees
like we were warriors
or comic book heroes
or yellow giants.

And our New Years resolutions were still
sleeping in
unopened jars
and Tuesday night skygazing.

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