IN THE HEYDAYS OF HIS EYES
(taut jeans dancing)

An Anthology of Poetry about Being Young and Growing Up
 
 
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KICKN' IT

Sep Steiner

I'm kickin' it in a parkin' lot, & it's way past midnight. The snow's comin' down In quarter-size flakes. Everything I see is muffled By the quietness of snow. A ball pops out of the dark Into the light of a street lamp. I peel out, trying to sprint After it, sliding to a stop, Barely got a foot on it To get it under control. Then I boot it back Where it came from, And even though I can't See him, I know That crazy Californian Is out there, standing in the snow.

 
 
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