Just drove by 30th and Eagledale Drive. Can you believe Mr.Hickman's still alive? Can you believe the gray wind of used to be and winter? And just the other day - when I was nine on a yellow bike by Danberry Drive, running away with skinned knees and innocence. In 79 I knew the beauty of suntanned now - the simple perfect of hazel eyes. The great mystery of railroad tracks - the apocalypse dusk. And I'd run back home through the Brown's backyard, back home to my childhood god, to the cluttered heaven of then, with dirty hands and surety.