Liberties '06

A strange lull on sober summer
nights. 3:30 coffee buzz and closed eye
driving. Streets and time yield again to let me ignore
stop signs and unfamiliar names on houses
I still call home. Thoughts and thinking drift
back and forth between peace and
the pace of the world. Life lies in street
lights on corners we left behind. Playgrounds
gone missing and memories that kept me
from them, let me sit on that concrete
once more. Houses I’ve never been in
still have electric candles in closed
windows. Maybe if I just knocked
on the door, it’d still feel great
to run.

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