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Eagledale Drive (Free verse) by klosterfobik

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.

INTRANSIT 1-Oct-04/6:26 AM
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