drunken car wash “It’s a hurricane!” and the moping walks through school hallways had us holding our breath and hands and me, with the knowledge you’d dislodge or resolve yourself to wet streets where we were bored moped barely moving oh how we soared! a ripple under stone

A scattering of glass and burnt out cars the scars of our mistakes And whole families in fields Snow angels reeling Singing A hymn for us And we coughed and fought and died Our mouths agape a jape! silly blue speck.