Hey there, kid... can you recall?
The dry, chapped skin and dusty barren fields
The frigid gumballs in melting mitts
The cookie-cut strip where the summer nights gave silent lectures?
The half-empty pools and half-full heads
The innocent hearts in our separate beds?
Moms and dads searing their throats pealing calls for supper
From blocks away, the siren beckoned with promises of green beans and ramen noodles
And we'd cross the chasm in hands clasped tight
Then release in haste when we hit our street corner.
Super Mario and Donkey Kong in the day
The roofs hunched over us in eclipse of the sun
Cookies and milk mottling the table, giving the grout dots to connect
And I laughed at Ernie and you laughed at Burt
And we made cameos in dreams on Gullah Gullah Island.
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