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growing up

Walking back

down Railroad tracks

with backpacks

full of snacks

in late September,

the cicada drones

bleached elk bones

ice-cream cones

and times alone

made the most magical stories

of all.

 

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About marcofreschi

I live in the Ocean and write poetry View all posts by marcofreschi

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