travis
A sparkler
floated across
the pool in
a citronella candle
and Chicago
played over and over
on my small white boombox.
We just sat there
reflecting -
toes in the warm water
stretched out against
the wood planks
of the deck.
We had played cb tag
and raced 120
down the highway
into midnight
What if he had
come with us
to take her home?
Would the quiet kid
in the corner
of my CCD class
still be here?
What would he
have done with
his life?
Posted by Amanda at December 29, 2002 11:21 AM
