I'm 12 years old
I'm drinking Hawaiian Punch
On the front steps of my house
With my best friend
He says what do you wanna be
When you grow up
The sun has gone behind
White clouds
No breeze
Silence except for a car
In the distance
A tree maybe
A stream
Snow melt
A record needle in a groove
The memory of a dance night
A clanging high hat
A racing blue jay
A pomegranate waiting to be juiced
A repeated phrase not understood
A parrot in the jungle
Who remembers words forgotten
By the humans who spoke them
Really? he says
Yeah, I guess
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