thinking of you…

a station-wagon…nothin’ fancy…parked in-front of a trailer in Arkansas with tall wet grass…white shoes stained… streaks of green…these things remembered…

sitting atop vents blowing warm air through checkered pajamas on cold February mornings…waiting for hot cocoa with tiny marshmallows afloat…sipped through a gap in the teeth…melting white dots picked one by one by one by one…all gone…

and solace was sought in time alone…tossing a football to myself…talking amongst spirits and ghosts only known to boys and girls when trouble seemed near…trust was at stake…be careful… careful…

trips to Dallas in summer’s heat…a car filled with kids and Divinity from Stuckey’s…clam strips at Howard Johnson’s…radio turned-off…,Do you want me to stop this car…I will mister…, always the threat…always…

fear has gone…now looking back…seeing in-front of me nothing but broken pieces never to be fixed…always too late…what was i scared-of…nothing…nothing…

it is 2 in the morning…i’m thinking of you…

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