Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Poem: Stickball

Summer screams
where half-naked bodies dance
In the shadow of despair
Where streets become playgrounds
And fire hydrants become beaches
And rooftops the place to get closer to the Sun
Summer screams where half-naked bodies dance
In the shadow of despair
Watching Joselito playing cowboys and Indians
Eddie in the corner talking about the
Viceroys against the Sinners
Angel and Junior
Creating a baseball field in the backyard
Bobby the Junkie committed a robbery
The solution to his problem
Carmen with Pete
Under the stairs
Losing innocence
And Juan
Playing stickball in the middle of the street
Killed by a driver who didn’t understand
Recreation on this side of town.

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