June 2012
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blue sky’s
and a
light breeze…
perfect.
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summertime memories.
six years old,
i became a latch key kid,
and a kid of divorced parents,
or was it seven?
waking up early to a empty house,
and strange noises.
a bowl of cereal and cartoons.
in the summertime,
i’d walk over to the community pool.
you had to jump a fence,
run through a couple of back yards,
and through a hallway of trees and bushes,
the smell of chlorine and honeysuckle still...
