Always I would peek out the window
to see if my friends were in the street,
warm evenings playing hide and seek,
football and baseball before Nintendo.
The past coming back to memory
in short bursts of laughter, front lawns,
and neighbors’ homes. Mail delivery
through a slot in the front door. Times
when it rained and I couldn’t go out,
Monopoly games lasting all night,
the photographs in black and white.
My upstairs bedroom as I would shout
to my friends about when I’d be
ready, travel pennants on the wall,
Big Sur, Santa Cruz, and Yosemite.
I used to think the place was so small.
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