past perfect

3 boys, a girl, a gang

fridays, 3pm and a ramshackle plan

to drink, drive, live, laugh, love

kids about town in clothes older than us, shoes breaking apart

all the better to let the life in, my dear

pool cues, open-air screams from the top window

a city, our city, lit up for us like praise

sanded strands of hair in days of watching tides come in

– empty pockets and jaded eyes-

and soon, too soon, change.

a boy, a boy ,a boy, a girl

in a city, this city of flux;

Fortunes and Fitness, and finding The One

a joke turned true, carried in fuller pockets and still- jaded eyes;

best friends forever

a pinky promise, almost written in skin

a far off wine-soaked star broke night

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