That house, worn down by sun and salt rain, was doomed. In a few years,
it would be a hollow replacement, gone from our stale grown-up brains.
But tonight candles would burn bright in our heads and
light would paint across the beautiful walls peeling with old memories:
hiding places for little children in big bodies.
There was no reason to be loud, no more void to fill,
we just stood and looked at our reflections in the window:
They were far, far brighter than we were.
I went to work the day after they announced it. I stocked the shelves and listened to the radio from the speakers in the warehouse ceilings. Cars were piling up at the exits, trying to get out of town.
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There was this game about a skate park. I think there was also one about a BMX course, but the one that I haunt is the skate park.
I am having a dream about the senior class graduating.
It is a beautiful day
And I am watching from a hill
Sobbing as the hats fly off
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