Saturday, February 9, 2008

1968 Miami #2

Its a feeling , its a time, it's a song, a color and a culture.
Unlocked front doors.
Neighbor kids. Cousins. Simon and Garfunkel. Sandals. Innocence.
Chasing lizards in the back yard. Joan Baez.
Creamsicles and Coke and fireworks on a warm night.
Running barefoot on hellishly hot pavement en route to the neighbors'
pool. Jim Croce. Nixon. Palm trees. Safety.

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